Speak a word

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    Speak a word

    speak a word
    say a name
    light a candle
    spark a flame
    in the dead of the night
    when the moon rises
    out of the embers
    the time is right
    take the path
    to the edge of the ocean
    say a prayer
    to the gods of the seas
    wait for the hint of a whisper
    upon the breeze..............
    I would journey cross deserts
    to kiss him
    every night by the light of the moon
    I would follow this lingering hunger
    and my lover knew................
    ...........just a dream you know
    I lost my...............fucking!! mind
    so long ago
    on a winters night
    under stormy skies
    in my lovers eyes..............mesmerized
    now i'm here alone
    upon the floor.............evermore

    Robin g. Powell
    march 21 2008
    9:00 pm hangin' with friends
    copyrightrgp2008

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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