So
Shall I then not look upon youor breath upon your sighs
with the stirring of soul
Should I turn my back and
silently caress the weariness from your frame
with the movement of mind
Across the ages once forgot
time stood further still
with the timelessness of spirit
Laden is the whisper of wait
as shadows fill the corners
with the feel of body
Graceladymn 9/14/09
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