a slow waltz
the morning dew leaving
garden roses waking
as the birds tell us of morning
and a city pale and waiting
for the pitter patter of feet
travelers in its realm
we a couple far apart
trying to survive
keeping watch by satelite
I brush the dust off love
letting a spring dress speak
of new days coming
in our eyes we dance a while
in a slow waltz
close to time
parting as the seven o'clock bus
stops at the station
taking us to reality
dreams catching the first sunlight now
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-12 at 07:24
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