Tuesday, August 7, 2012

love, part one...


Just when darkness,
it settles in...

& I wish I'd been blessed
with thicker skin.

You bring me poems of stars,
delicate drawings of butterflies...

Fill my heart with hope / love,
return sight to wretched eyes.


This distance
and winter chill,
it weighs heavy on me;

Like the posture
of a blind man
straining to see.


faraway or near,
one thing is clear;

I'm not going anywhere.

Every path I have ever known
has led me...


Into your arms,
my dear.

Into your arms,
my dear.

Into your arms,
my dear!!

(c) Brent M Harpur, 2012.

"What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?" (George Eliot)

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