Poetry, a voice
far away calling me,
into the solitude
of mist and stone…
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Locked in exile
until a word comes from you;
word after word I chronicle
my exile and imprisonment,
my hidden journey with you.
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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.
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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.
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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.
Rooted in Love 