21 Tuesday Jun 2016
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry
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dawn, divine, eternity, home, life, light, love, memory, remembering, storytelling, touch, truth
were there words
I couldn’t find them
tho I searched the dark
til dawn –
as gentle tears were dried
upon the lawn
a place
beside your picture
as poetry
you knew
the way to tell a story
with my name
with hands to trace
each coming back –
a kiss
was reason clear
I felt my way
across the night
to here
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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