Tuesday, September 15, 2009

(TBA) -- it's too late to think of titles...

I listened and heard
To every single word
You spoke with tact
Making spiritual contact

Understanding arose
Each line sounding as if from prose
Consistently meaningful
Mind and heart seeming full

Certain the truth was laid bare
I tried to handle with care
Let loose the barriers that had existed
Defense tools with which I had been double fisted

Knowing full well I didn't need to expose
My feelings, they were known, no need to impose
Bashful, yet bold
An apparent strong hold

At peace with the past
The present running by fast
The future unknown, yet with high hope
I remind you rocket fuel is dearer than rope

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