Friday, March 30, 2012

Perfect Timing...

Come to me
Not when the night has sealed its lips
But when the day laughs
In the mouth of the lilting sky
Then my fingertips will not ache so
To hold you
As I pluck the bloom from its stem
And brush the lock
From out of your eager
Memory…

Janet~

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