The Day Holds
a bowl of sun
three blinks
a cup of longing
a touch of
the long dream of dreaming
seeming
a drift of lean
a song of
jjl
5 December 2008
About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
2 comments:
You touch me in so many, many ways that only the heart can feel.
I feel it here with a peaceful calmness that brings hope and joy.
Thank you my love.
Also. So deeply that words don't begin to. . . .
♥
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