Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Missing in Action

Watching a feather ride the draft
Oh how I miss the wind
Listening to the splatter outside the door
I do so miss the rain
Seeing the snow fall softly down
I miss the breathless view
Smelling the lilacs blooming sweet
fragrance sorely missed
Watching the hawk soar overhead
I do not care to follow
Singing a song of words so sweet
I cannot hear the tune
Feeling my heart beat thumping strong
Oh how I miss you, Love

 When I blow out the candle, Love, where does the light go?

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