the one person
in this
empty
room
requires your
light, perhaps even
your unwavering belief
in her/
him
assuring
for all
purposes the free
pour of your
limbs toward
dance
floating
above sidewalks
through the city
and across fields
gathering your
footprints
history
remains this
treasured accumulation of
your living for
this frame
this
incidental
seeming scope
defined by choice
to lift or
to descend
as
you
consistently hinge
the two into
a needed evidence
that best
things
create
new foreground
always enough to
instigate new forms
of love
itself
each
apparition admonishes:
do not fear
and the suppression
of habitual
trained
impulse
caringly informs
the better choice
the actual occurrence
replete with
understanding
of
the palpable
reality of healing
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
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4 comments:
good morning! wow this set the day off right!
thanks sheila
Thank you very much, Jordan! Nice to hear from you.
sheila, another beautiful piece...
thanks...
cheers, harry
Harry, I appreciate your good words!
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