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?

Expressing hidden secrets of the heart,

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


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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