clay, home, journey, kiss, love, meditation, paths, silence, simple truths, writing in the dark
upon these paths of clay
a giant sleeps
beneath the coming day
dreams are without pardon –
a name upon my lips
reminds me of a lifetime
for a kiss
. . .
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K. D. Dowdall said:
This poem touched me greatly, knowing how scarce true touch and love is to hold, what is bought and sold in family homes everyday – rarely good enough as we are. Thank you for your sentient, true, and powerful words that speak.
Thank you, my dear one….. Love is the reason for everything else……..
Such truth in these words. …………….xo
…. your kindness always finds me