Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The Knowing

Somehow the knowing holds me
When everything is blue and cold
I remember the words you told me
As tenderly they enfold
The moments of uncertainty
I simply turn my head
To hear your muffled heart-beat
And the whispered words you said,
‘I love you’

Just as the heart-beat in the earth
Is never really still
As we behold its grand re-birth
Claim every field and hill
So too, the pulse of knowing
Gleams softly in my eye
Its quietness bestowing
The echo of your sigh
‘I love you’


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