Sunday, December 5, 2010

'Read Between the Lines': My 'Pomes'

Barren plains are moist and fragrant with the first drops of rain,
And a wilted flower wants to bloom once again,
What fragrance fresh or an urge to live provokes me,
To call on him once again,
And to walk that extra mile,
Grab him with my hands soft and grip him tight once again,
Far into the ocean of love have I come,
Far, far away from the wanton procrastinating waves,
And into the calm of the deep waters of the ocean,
On a golden cruise laden with sweetest dreams,
In him, my lover and sailor, I rest, my love, trust and peace,
I know, for sure, that this time, I will never let go of him again....

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