Godsend
My eyes are trained – very well
They can only see hopefulness
My ears are well tuned
Only to hear your voice
The voice of my dream
The sight of your presence
Spilled off-of my heart’s chasm
It is Godsend, redemption is my flare
Invigorating by love immortal…
March I go, conquer I dare
If sealed by acceptance and being loved ‘again’
I’ve got no time to waste
No moment to spare!
Come dare with me!
Pazion - 2011
Poetry is the dripping of words from a touched soul that has something to say! EVERYTHING IS COPYRIGHTED
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Monday, April 25, 2011
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