These conversations that dwell in the night

Give me the hope of possibility.

They linger in my mind, now so right

As my thoughts wander as to what could be.

Your words share such a joy, such a sweet hope

That I now cling to each and every word.

More thoughts evolve, grow as I do invoke

The sweet sound of this voice that I have heard.

I long for even more, more of a choice

As to how we can share just who were are.

To hear the sweet melody of your voice,

Even though I know it dwells from afar.

With you, I know, such a promise to be,

This chance, take it, this possibility.

02/20/2007

Author's Note: To nursing the possibilities...

Posted on 02/20/2007
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