Thursday, October 22, 2015

"Dream vision"

I sweep outward a transcending hand and watch the ripples form
They touch upon my darling's land and wash away the storm
As ripples carry on the song, they sing a heightened note
As if concurring with the thought and with the words I wrote
The words that walked away with care and passed thru time's own door
The thought that lingered on the porch as if he knew the score


© 2012 whickwithy

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