Guest guest Posted November 6, 2001 Report Share Posted November 6, 2001 Water from your Spring What was in that candle's light that opened and consumed me so quickly? Come back, my friend! The form of our love is not a created form. Nothing can help me but that beauty. There was a dawn I remember when my soul heard something from your soul. I drank water from your spring and felt the current take me. Granite and Wineglass You are granite. I am an empty wineglass. You know what happens when we touch! You laugh like the sun coming up laughs at a star that disappears into it. Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines. Patience and rational considerations leave. Only passion stays, whimpering and feverish. Some men fall down in the road like dregs thrown out. Then, totally reckless, the next morning they gallop out with new purposes. Love is the reality, and poetry is the drum that calls us to that. Don't keep complaining about loneliness! Let the fear-language of that theme crack open and float away. Let the priest come down from his tower, and not go back up! With Delight In Light and Love Lynette"may I always endeavor to write from the heart"www.geocities.com/poetic_delight/ Attachment: (image/jpeg) White Chocolate.jpg [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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