Moss bound footsteps lead me to the weir
Cold touches my cheeks mingling with the warmth inside,
Echoes of the night surround me, unspoken whispers linger on my lips.
The river at my feet flows on and through
My open heart pours sun dappled light against the sheen
Warmth comes flooding back across the cold hope of years.
Loves sunrise opens the sky -
My upturned face meets it’s warmth
As the glow moves gently in the deep waters below.
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 1:15 AM UTC
Moss bound footsteps lead me to the weir
Cold touches my cheeks mingling with the warmth inside,
Echoes of the night surround me, unspoken whispers linger on my lips.
The river at my feet flows on and through
My open heart pours sun dappled light against the sheen
Warmth comes flooding back across the cold hope of years.
Loves sunrise opens the sky -
My upturned face meets it’s warmth
As the glow moves gently in the deep waters below.
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