Saturday, September 10, 2011

A poem ... The Wisp

The Wisp

Sunlight sparkling from your eyes
Laughter dancing between your sighs

A wisp of your soul leapt into me
Burrowing deep where none could see

My heart beats faster with every thought,
Of memories so precious they can't be bought

Decades have drifted slowly along
My spirit has never forgotten the song

The thread that binds us will always hold
From ages past to future foretold

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