November 2009
2 posts
“We haven’t met but I’m the one hoping to get inside your loneliness With a whisper that lifts, you’re a gift, a scripture a picture of holiness And I’ll be waiting till it’s only us And the day you hold me, just to know that it must be sacred With the trust of a naked infant, the instant life is held See how the night is held A gallery of galaxies, with you...