Sitting at my desk again
Thinking of my love for you
A spectrum of colors
Merged into one bright, bright
Purest of pure white, lights
Blinding me
Can’t see my work
Or hear the voices on the phone
Just thoughts engulfing me
I’m reaching out to you
Through space
And time
Tears streaming down my face
Heart running a marathon
Toward you
Away from you
Around you
Wagons circling round
Barriers of protection
Pistol holstered
Safety on
In the center of the storm
A voice is speaking
Inside me
Knowing deeply
Hearing this
Darling...
I love you
oh, this is nice! :) well done! (((HUGS))) and love, karla. "in the center of the storm/a voice is speaking/inside me/knowing deeply/hearing this/darling.../i love you" my favorite part!
Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
Reviewed on April 25, 2003
OH baby girl! Baby girl! This is totally MY style! You sound just like me :`( BWWWHHHHAAAAAA! I am emotionally attached to this poem. LOL! Good job pouring out your heart woman! Teresa
Reviewed by Woman Words (Reader)
Reviewed on April 25, 2003
"heart running a marathon"...excellent description
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