I sat cold,
watching her approach with a smile
like a dreamless sleep.
Beautiful and pure.
The lightest touch on the knee
and me in my best shirt.
Her, a nativity scene
and my hibernating soul
awoke to discover its host,
merging to completion.
Solitude is a blessing
when you are not alone.
When there are two souls,
one with a darkly framed face,
soft hair begging a soft hand,
and the other waiting to discover
who he is.
9 years ago
2 comments:
I don't know how to compliment that. I'd like to. But such a compliment demands words like those in a poem about love or in a song about poetry, and I think you used them all.
one word: beautiful
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