In the broad design of things I know,
He moves those larger concepts of being--
Of Creation, of Growth and of Decay.
But does He watch those finer
Leaves of grass that concern the two?
Does He turn to hear hearts sing
In the din and noise of life?
Does He force and dry the very
Salted tears of longing?...Of joy?
Does he toy and play upon such mean
And everyday detail that would hear these beats
As one, apart, and can JUST NO LONGER ENDURE?!
If yes I pray...Blow this dust that would bring us
To each others happy sight again!

02/06/2011

Author's Note: We can never be together...I know!

Posted on 02/07/2011
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