Words words words
like slashes of scythe,
harvest my confidence;
like a net capturing, crumpling, belittling
until broken I am cowered in a cloud
blanketing my world.

Flinching as though of whip lashes,
I feel self expiration.
Sunken low,

in spirit of mind I seek you out,
my life raft, where I can lay in
your presence, allow your beautiful
words wash over me as balm to
wounds.

You renew me in spirit and soul;
My body is again risen in strength
and determination.
The cloud might not disperse,
but I stand higher than the cloud,
you enrich me in your generosity
of caring love,
my friend, my knight.

‘Tis with you I love to sup.

06/01/2002

Posted on 01/05/2002
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