A Touchstone Poem by Cee Bea

A Touchstone



she was my fleeting glance
-a touchstone

in winters midst
through bitter cold
a light reminded me of home

of truths of hope
and all that could be
beyond the measure
of my minds eye

and grew a heart
new, placed within
your hands
and dreams that never fade

Monday, November 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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