It feels great!
we thank each other
for remaining friends
for yet another trying day.
as morning light peeps
through the window
we keep our faith
in each other firm.
when
the evening light
fades on to
long stormy darkness,
each take out
poems written by
the other and reads aloud,
when a poem brakes loose
from it's shackles and touch
somewhere; an unknown
depth, where pearls are found
or a lost treasure is to be retrieved,
Epiphany strikes,
we are melded together
with one vision of beauty
we are sadness
kissed by the lovely
light of hope,at the
right moment that
was about to slip down
from a precipice.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 8:01 AM UTC
It feels great!
we thank each other
for remaining friends
for yet another trying day.
as morning light peeps
through the window
we keep our faith
in each other firm.
when
the evening light
fades on to
long stormy darkness,
each take out
poems written by
the other and reads aloud,
when a poem brakes loose
from it's shackles and touch
somewhere; an unknown
depth, where pearls are found
or a lost treasure is to be retrieved,
Epiphany strikes,
we are melded together
with one vision of beauty
we are sadness
kissed by the lovely
light of hope,at the
right moment that
was about to slip down
from a precipice.
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