Saturday 27 June 2009

Poetry

Without Words


Eerie silence, falls upon
This tranquil rise of a better place.
Love-curled lips, so lonely upon
The missing of your love-filled face.


In darkness, I may not find the time
In sleep, I always find the place.


...and in that place, I always find you there
Then gaze upon the wonder
Of your beautiful face.


By
Alan Miller

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