Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Something...





I’m listening to Something
Tossed upon the breeze
In my heart an ocean
Spills its memories

Something ‘bout the morning
Slipping into noon
Rouses a returning
Of hours gone too soon

Moment-tempest trickles
Soundless, yet I hear
Something like sun-sparkles
Strum the atmosphere

There is no retracing
Footfalls lost to time
Save for interlacing
Of your thought in mine

I’m listening to Something
Wafting on the breeze
In my heart an ocean
Spills its memories

Janet~

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