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In sadness I cry
For once again I tried
Interpret the signs
Of a love that binds
To touch a part
Of my heart
That has never been found
Still listening forthe sound
I move forward on
Seeking the new dawn
Washing away the pain
Of the truth I cannot gain
One day I will learn
To call the one I yearn
He is waiting for me
I need to open and see
Stop wasting time
On the ones who don't rhyme
With the sounds of my soul
Standing in truth of my goal
I look behind no more
On the wings of a dove I soar
Angels pick up my feet
Showing the trail is never too steep
For the love I have within
Never to share would be a sin
I am so cherished and loved
I fit in my angel wings like a glove
So as I bow my head
The tears are dead
What will be will be
As God walks with me
Holding my hand
As I cross this land
Once again
I begin
Listening for the sound
Of where my soul is bound
Carol Huizinga 2008
we weaklings
were weapons of warmth,
lulling, sanctifying,
losing ourselves in orbit,
in constellations of opticals,
and oh, how the voices would
rise from below us,
and my, how the fires would
fall all around us,
but it was always you and me,
wrapping ourselves in freedom,
speaking naught of love,
only acceptance in hopelessness,
and gratefulness at each others'
words and actualized souls.
Copyright 10. 14. 10 J. J. Hutton

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