It is a day without a single word

That was for me as if some long held fast.

As if I were hearing a song, unheard.

A day without a word is without repast.

Time slows, stops, then goes crawling by

Now leaving all of this wondering drought.

I am longing for that day as I cry

Out in such a moon kissed dark night without

You at my side, or even near to me.

It is your eyes, sparkling, my only light

Shining forth in such a serene beauty.

To kiss tenderly, throughout the long night

I have no need of these words from my mouth.

Just to know your smile, I am not without.

04/01/2007

Author's Note: It is what it is.....

Posted on 04/04/2007
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