Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Morning Poems of Love

Dark, with a cosmic dimension.

Those poems, poems of love, poems which I used to devour with breakfast-

Had all but disappeared.

School, work, life, and even love itself had quieted her cyber-song.

But not today.

How can she illuminate my life with her little word-lanterns

From so far away?

With knowledge of the heart I thought secret.

Laid bare, sometimes bleeding.

Looking; an unwavering gaze,

Into the blinding light and the profound darkness.



Welcome back.

Your words are not wasted.

The heart's mysteries are universal.

By Professor Batty



1 Comments:

Blogger RS said...

:-)
and now there's a lump in my throat that I don't know what to do with.

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