"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Saturday, July 31, 2010


Passion flares for a breath
Its burning consuming
Then life pours its
Water of reality on it

The every day cools the flame
With the need to go to work
Can you fix the leaking faucet
Children crying at the door

Passion has it moments of glory
To bring excitement to the soul
But intimacy grows bonds of love
Sealing heart to heart


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