Nothing More Poem by Patti Masterman
Nothing More
You're my heart's weathervane,
My soul's brilliant counterpane,
My self's well learnt, sole refrain-
I find you, ever more.
The soft fingers of the rain,
The thief stole my heart again,
My lips sacred mantra-name-
I sense you, everywhere.
A witches spell; back again,
The hobo who rides my train,
The love in my heart, that sprang-
There's room for nothing more.
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