Free Verse # 395 (my hidden journey with you)

Poetry, a voice
far away calling me,
into the solitude
of mist and stone…

~

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Flowering Solitude at Virgin Hazmieh, February 2017

Locked in exile
until a word comes from you;
word after word I chronicle
my exile and imprisonment,
my hidden journey with you.

~

Let my poem be a touch
burning against your heart,
unraveling like a prayer
that sings my undoing.

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I am lost
until I hear your voice
murmuring in the silence
under the world’s noise,
your breath then flames
like a gentle summer wind
and in my heart there is poetry.

~

Dawn…
in the light of her face
the world begins again

~

At dawn
the rain of your heartbeats
splashing on my pillow,
your light in waves
washing my life, my face.

~

His breath brushed her lips
and the words that lingered
all her life under her skin
burst into color
and flowed to strum
the shores of infinity.

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