Sylvia - Poem by Linda Hepner
Between the lines that lengthen through the day
Oh love, the ghost has dipped her pen in lemon juice
And written messages like magic play,
Silent, invisible muse.
I wet my finger and can feel the way
The wind blows, then I wet the page
And words appear in lines of creamy gray,
Hidden, secrets only you can gauge.
Before the letters dry and fade like day
My eyes have spilled with moisture and I see
The messages that will not die away;
My tears will fertilize the lemon tree.
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