Intangibles Poem by Elizabeth Lindberg
Intangibles
Fading Dreams in morning mist,
tasted scents of moonlit sea,
misplaced thoughts barely grasped,
can't quite touch that memory,
Ancient knowledge in the bones,
distant rumbles in the sky,
slightly darkened floating clouds,
heavy air that soon must cry,
feathery kisses on the cheek,
angel whispers in small ears,
watching innocent babes asleep,
one can sense that God is near
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