Wednesday, December 10, 2008


Like a lingering tune this sweetness plays a sad
Little tune in my mind. This quick web of fear
Must grip me especially when you are so far,
Why this must be so, I cannot say. I only know
That it happens. Some reasons and questions
Are beyond the wisdom of this life or many
Such lives. Little joys are not denied though.
Like when you hear something you love and
Store it away, more precious than those
Quotes I spout, of course it is, for
You cannot possibly know how I feel them
As I say them to you. Not glib but sincere.
But of course you are right my words my
Very own words just for you must mean
Something special, something beyond
The capacity of this life and many such lives.

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