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Fields of Stolen Youth (a journey)
by Racquel Cervanteswelcome to 1:33AM. entering
memories, of your little hands
in mine as we grow
in this house of mirrors
together.
smoke, rises slicing the air that
we've built around us two
here in our secret place;
love that I am, all too afraid
to speak.
come, place your hand in mine
as we once did in the fields
of our stolen youth,
and together we'll brave this storm
of, our abandonment.
you lead me just as much
as I hope to lead you, my baby brother. 12/09/2008 Posted on 12/09/2008
Copyright © 2025 Racquel Cervantes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/18/08 at 04:05 PM Yes, comforting, like Jon says. And something deeper; I feel like I've been where you've been.
~Jill |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 12/20/08 at 04:13 PM yep. i like the imagery very much |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/10/13 at 12:22 PM the opus gathers strength as it speaks of abidance and togetherness which will not falter or dim with however much time or distance is placed twixt siblings. |
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