What started out as many,
By fate became as one,
A single surface scoured,
And rudely etched upon,
By wind, by water, sun and time,
The face does slowly change,
The core, however, holds its own,
Its substance will remain.
Though besieged by all the force,
That life can bring …
When day alone is not enough,
To illuminate my soul,
When I eat life dry and tough,
And force to swallow whole,
When the wind of circumstance
Blows cold against my skin,
It is then, only then I truly know,
How blessed I am
To hold your hand.
When it …
read moreLike an angel she twirls,
hands aloft in youthful grace
oblivious to the crowd,
just music and motion exist,
nothing more.
Like an angel I see her,
twirling in the safe warm glow
of places beyond, of which
I can only dream and my arms cannot reach.
Oh that I …
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