Warm September musing,
Imagination i am using,
it is not as if
it is of my own choosing,
this is what i do...
How i can become
Lost in a Smile;
what matters the miles
then,
with a face honest and open,
words of Promise and Hope,
how could One not take note
in the gentle Wonder of you?...
How easy to fall
for Words Written
not Spoken;
you can play your own Notes
to the words read
and yours fill me
with Hope,
chill me
to the bone,
knowing i am not Alone
in Caring for Others
and this Earth...
If Distance did not Exist,
would you spare a kiss for me;
Sweet Lady, Gentle Girl,
how easy it would be
to fall on bended knee,
knowing the is so much more
to the Treasure i already see...
Sept. 7, 2015
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