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becoming, bliss, dreams, grace, gravel roads, life, love, memory, nature, passion, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, struggle, truth, wandering
reason grows in patches
nested disarray
when bent to light
becomes misunderstood
for nights
denied the waking
a lover’s hands
to dream -
midnight folded round us
in the dark
of summers
were there e’er enough
to make up for the chill
breezes unrelenting
still they ache
. . .
Spring fever?????
~xo~
Himself
nice, particularly the first four lines, great work!
I can only say, so very enchanting and deeply touches the soul with your voice! Your words are always embracing of our spirits! Nicely done my dear sister…God bless!