Your words
Embrace me
Like the lingering mists
Which hang along
The creek bottoms
Where thoughts
Run strong and true.
I wait for them
Like I wait For the golden hour
When the sun Illuminates everything
And makes even the most mundane
Beautiful.
I long for them
Like a forgotten memory
That feels like it was yesterday
And though forgotten
Lives within me
Waiting to be
Revealed.
I treasure them
Like a prized possession
A once in a lifetime Gift
Which cannot be replaced
Whose impact
Cannot be erased.
(May 19, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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A lovely tribute to someone's words that impressed you greatly. Well done. Spiritsong