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Rated: E · Poetry · Romance/Love · #2067908
For someone special....
The tear
that you didn't cry
washed over me
like a tide
until what I felt
were my own tears
drawn by just one
that would be more precious
to me, than any diamond.

How is it that we balance
on either side of a gulf
that can feel so wide
it takes a planet
to reach the other side...

Love does not stand still.
It grows...
like Jack's beanstalk
like thigse's acorns
into tall oaks......
like pixie's maple keys
into majestic soaring things
that blanket my land with green shade

and yet each one
as fragile as that
like the first pain felt
never felt before
(or forgotten by a long lifetime)

I am not asleep anymore
wide awake
alert, aware

that I need to hold you
in my arms
and know you are real
that way -
the way a cup of water tastes
after crossing a desert.

Long ago
I sang to a Little Sailor
never knowing
that my lighthouse beam
would reach
one like you.................

is a beautiful thing
to feel, again.

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