May 25, 2016
8:52 pm
Gregory
These days
I can only write
When doves cry
And
Hummingbird sing
Sparrows rest
And
Eagle's perch high
On rocks
Above the clouds
Holding the sun
As the wind sighs
Elevating pieces
of my scattered life
To fly
With wholeness
I create these brittle lines
Hoping it reaches
The stars
So I may sparkle
One last time
With you
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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