Jan 2011
The dark may wrest your hand from mine,
from winding way I'm falling;
the sweetest sound comes just in time,
your poem, your voice a-calling.
from winding way I'm falling;
the sweetest sound comes just in time,
your poem, your voice a-calling.
My response to ephemera's "little love poem #4"...if she keeps inspiring me, she won't be an out of work muse for long.
1/24/2011 JMF
1/24/2011 JMF
