I’m not the same
as someone said –
green is not my shade
winter white
and maple most refined
who am I to wonder
how it was
you dreamed me home
tis here I found my heart
to let it go
the road remembers
most of it –
a story without end
verses pressed into the names
of stars
sunrise wrapped in blankets
a moment sworn to trust
heaven
always knew
the way to us
. . .
Eric Alagan said:
I’m rediscovering your poetry and enjoying them.
tornadoday said:
You bless me, Eric.
PapaBear said:
Ah, ’tis magic I find in your words tonight, darlin’ girl. Simple, sweet magic 💟
tornadoday said:
What is found is far more dependent on the seeker than the sought! 🙂
Wendell A. Brown said:
Verses pressed into the name of stars. sunrise wrapped in blankets…Your words always serenade my heart in beautiful ways….making smiles come alive! Thanks for the healing you sent my way in your lovely words!
tornadoday said:
Thank you, my precious friend.
frederick anderson said:
‘Heaven always knew the way to us’ – I love that!
bejamin4 said:
Wow!