June 8, 2015
9:13 am
Poetry Chatter
Poetry has left me blind as I see visions of you standing far off in the distant rain
I have nothing else to give but words nestling in my thoughts
While my eyes sprinkle
I love you down my face
Lead me to the right space
with you
Teach me sail the ocean
With your love in my hand
My head spinning like a windmill
Let me hear your butterfly whispers
Casting me the main character in your screenplay
Write me love
Read me passion
Color me true
Sing me you
Poetry lives in my walk
Tripping from words
Stumbling in the time
Unstructured sentences
Poetry is you
No matter the Scriptures
Poetry is mine
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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