The touch of your hand
6 October 2015
When the moon is high
And the ocean glimmers white
Your salty tears flow
I kiss the ocean
That your sorrow may now cease
Breathing your anguish
Your breath stored in chest
In between ice and the fires
As my lungs breathe pain
This world of wonders
Like a dreamscape of slow bliss
Alteration spells
.
There is a quiet
Within my Heart’s whispering
That speaks of your face
The touch of your hand
Past recollections ghostlike
In mid-air flutters
I see our glory
Reunited in loving
As new landscapes rise
.
Artwork and words. Outstanding.
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Thanks John
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You are welcome.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Beautiful artwork and amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy her work.
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