Quietly she sits waiting,
thinking,considering, powerful
and strong, wise and knowing,
yet gentle as the dawn light
slipping softly over the mountain top,
and she is as beautiful within
as without, still and deep as the
spring of cool clean water.
What brought us together,
the woman - child and the
quiet man from a far away
land is maybe a common
thread woven into the
fabric of time.
She dreamt of me, knew me
and recognized me in an
instant by my words and
she felt my spirit reaching
out for her.
I seek this one thing, though
I don't know what it is and I
spend my time searching for
that one missing piece and
perhaps one day she will
come to me and bring with
her the quiet peace that I seek
with that breath of fresh air. Jon York 2011
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 8:38 PM UTC
Quietly she sits waiting,
thinking,considering, powerful
and strong, wise and knowing,
yet gentle as the dawn light
slipping softly over the mountain top,
and she is as beautiful within
as without, still and deep as the
spring of cool clean water.
What brought us together,
the woman - child and the
quiet man from a far away
land is maybe a common
thread woven into the
fabric of time.
She dreamt of me, knew me
and recognized me in an
instant by my words and
she felt my spirit reaching
out for her.
I seek this one thing, though
I don't know what it is and I
spend my time searching for
that one missing piece and
perhaps one day she will
come to me and bring with
her the quiet peace that I seek
with that breath of fresh air. Jon York 2011
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