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by Leonard M Hawkes

It's a hungry curiosity
That burns when You are near,
Like the knowledge of some music
Waiting there for me to hear.

Or sensitivity to beauty
Lying just beyond my view:
Satisfaction, perhaps addiction,
A completeness only You.

And so I gauge the detail,
Savor pieces, treasure time;
With only hope that quintessential
Essence will be mine.

01/22/2008

Author's Note: Another fleeting image.

Posted on 01/23/2008
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/23/08 at 03:54 AM

Captured brilliantly. Fine work, sir.

Posted by Anne Engelen on 01/23/08 at 12:22 PM

this flows so nicely

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