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DipÂs upon the ink
by Keith D AllisonTaking the colors from the wind
portraits the dance in her eye's
the beauty of the desert's
the Mountains climbing high
The November winds
upon the great lake
toss her life
into the icy stone
she is more than the wind
for the dream is a melody
to fill the universe
she think she's is the faintest star
Just as insignificant
among the billions of brighter ones
grasping for her breath
as she hears the call of the darkness
Within the quiet breath
she wonders
maybe I am lone Star
what mark did I leave
Does she not know
among the ribbons
she is more than the faintest star
for she touches
The cold
of the dark with warmth
have you not known
her heart of gold 10/03/2007 Author's Note: Within the softness of the clouds cannot we not reach out
Posted on 10/03/2007
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/04/07 at 02:44 AM So true, Keith. We should not ignore what is close at hand for something that is out of our reach. Beautiful verse here. Thanks. |
| Posted by Jason Moskalyk on 11/04/08 at 11:44 AM it's tough for some people to accept... great work! |
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