I read my words again today and found I had you there all along.
In all my hurt you were the hope.
In all my healing yours was the hand I held.
We all become poetry
A tattered quilt in the warm evening sun
We all become love songs
An alluring waltz on an old wooden dance floor
We all become stories
A cozy cup of tea on a long rainy night
This red thread is tattered and torn.
It is faded and stained for all the time worn.
A simple reminder of our love sworn.
I should take it off but I find I am unable.
Clinging to a timeless fable.
When she thought she was falling in love with the moon she was really falling in love with herself
Oh, how easily we are filled when we come to the table hungry.
I saw a rabbit in an overcoat in the woods
I wonder if he is one of your discarded playthings as well
The fog lies gently on the water
Weaving hope into the briefest moment.
Beyond the fog lies clarity.~anynomous