Kyrand 50M
44 posts
11/16/2005 9:26 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm


Just a single finger, held to the lips,
of a Lady in nighttime dreams,
Stopping the sounds of a quick profession,
of undying love as it seems,
to me.

The picture forms of a quiet glade,
and the moonlit silver trees,
Enchanting in the special way they,
seem to move with grace and ease,
and flow.

We listen close to the tranquil sounds,
of the world we walk together,
The harmony of what we see,
aids in choosing the why and whether,
we go on.

We come upon a gently swirling pool,
a reflection of the moon within,
And find there, in waters filled,
with crumbled and forgotten sin,
of years long past.

We reach into times, half mist and,
broken images, to seek renewal in love,
To set aside that which came before, when,
life was blackness, push and shove,
and care.

We look into the others eyes and see,
the love between the two of us, revived,
Holding each, the others hand, and walking,
while in, as we hoped and strived,
the hand of God.


11/17/2005 9:19 am

I like the way that you summed up life. The ever changing constant.
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slightlyjadedone 50F

11/17/2005 3:22 pm

* sits seachless*

MsLoveRose 33F  
2432 posts
11/21/2005 10:14 am


thats good!!!! i dont think i could say more!

live more, laugh often, love much

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