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beginnings, creation, divine this, hush, inspiration, life, love, nature, truth
have I naught
one memory
of hands –
my hands before
maps were drawn
lines impressed –
a softer
winter canvas lay
where
was I
the captain
of some other ancient star
oceans slid
beneath
my one desire
message buried
deeper still
than e’er my love
command
cast about –
written down
another world created –
where flowers burst
from whispers –
touch
beyond
these hands
. . .
PapaBear said:
I’ll think about this for a while. Good night, darlin’ girl…………………..xo
tornadoday said:
🙂
Wendell A. Brown said:
So delightful!
tornadoday said:
As are you, dearest Wendell.