Ah, the words we cast at the feet of another, often ignites the heart with
fire bursts and blaze...
Her Words Cast
The words she
spills
bout my words
penned
sows candlelight
faint and soft
arching
over marked
boundaries of soul
soul both thirsty
and hungry
yes
panting for light
light shows herself seldom
on my side of night
when new sun
peeks
through looking glass
at days break
I sometimes
hear her words
whispered bout mine
I long for
seek hard
after
gift
lite wrapped in lite
though my thirst
remains haunting
wet only denied
nor has my
longing
found bed to retire
yet beleaguered
and wanting
I with
small might
do words pen
simple and soulful
desighned
to sow lite
yes
to soften the
jaded heart
paint hard
with new bright
lay hand on the
lost one
whilst clutching
my pen
before lite doth
expire
and my
soul's
rendered spent
You may cast your words upon my soul any time....for they touch and move the hidden parts of me.
Reviewed by Malachy MacFarlane (Reader)
Reviewed on April 27, 2003
your words will be whispered my freind, whispered by scholars using the hush tones of humbled men. Mal.
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on April 22, 2003
Funny really how simple words...can bring our own to the fore. A mere whisper can becomes a pool in which to bathe ourselves in the realization that what we write touches. And casts its spell over and over.... I really enjoy your words....Ty, Dani
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