quiet love
so they close in on open doors
remembering words spoken
softly as the wind on a summers day
he a prince of her dreams
and she
the lover of his imagination
and in the night leaving now
I hear them speak
to stars
and heaven lights its sky
once more
again and again
when the quiet love is woven
soft and strong
Poetry by kath
Read 582 times
Written on 2007-02-06 at 00:23




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