Saturday, September 10, 2011

A poem ... Nymph

Nymph

She shines when all is dark
a secret flame,
a dangerous spark

Her smile melts the icy cold
the empty place
gone in her hold

Laughter first and then I weep
finding life
in the endless deep

She touches me on another plane
changing me
I am home again.

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