Whispers at Twilght

Dreaming of words quietly spoken,

echoes from the two

our hearts made alive

through whispers

in the reflection

of twilight. 

    

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My Sunday Afternoon

People don’t read the paper on Sunday anymore, do they? We I guess if it’s online. Today I’m taking it easy. After church, and lunch with the family, I’m spending some time reading.

Currently I’m reading Jan Karon’s book, Somewhere Safe with Somebody Good. I’ve had this book on my shelf for years and even started it once, but it’s been like rediscovering buried treasure! I think I’ve now read the whole Mitford series. I can’t wait to see what else I have on my shelf!

I’m also writing today. When I go back and read what I wrote months ago, I can’t believe how many changes are needed!

Tonight there’ll be some buttered popcorn, and a movie with my sweetheart. I’ve found the best movies are usually watched at home.

Before then, it’s always good to have a nap! Isn’t that what Sundays are made for?

I don’t have Facebook or Twitter so thanks for listening to me ramble.

So how are you spending your day?

     

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Whispering Each Other’s Names

She loved it when the wind gently lifted his feathers

she tucked her wing under his,

and felt so alive

they both ascended

whispering

each other’s names.

    

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So Gently

When we are close My Love, do you hear

the hope in my heartbeat,

can you sense your light

permeating

my spirit

as your head rests

so gently

on my chest. 

    

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Down by the Lake

We can see our breath now My Love, especially down by the lake,

and as we pull close silently

closing our eyes,

I can see the fog drifting

over the water,

as if there is a voice drawing us,

and the trees

are our witnesses 

as we take off our gloves to hold hands,

loosing track of time,

staring then

into each other’s face. 

     

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The Wings of Our Spirit

Since we are no longer held by the darkness that covers

our poems can fly now

within our prayers,

released finally

towards the sun

from the wings

of our spirit.

     

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No Other Lover

I will have no other lover,

within my heart

having given myself

so completely,

until the end.

    

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