I imagine The slow Drip-drip Of words Slipping through your lips The lavish cadence Of each syllable Brushing against my ear You walk the tight rope Of structured phrases Revived in the hush of subtext the lush language of longing I taste ...
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Speaking To Me
I close my eyes and she is thereSoftly as the shadows fall I hear voices of evening call Speaking to me One voice amongst the multitude The one I need to hear Her gift Are words of life They furnish me With hope and power to heal The doubt and darkness Her touch so rich and viv...
'Twas The Night After Christmas
What a difference a year makes'Twas the night after Christmas and search as I may I can't find my heart That broke Christmas day I shopped for the kit That mends broken hearts The love all fell out But I found all the parts I put them together, precisely, with care In hopes that some...