The first half was written by me and the second part was written by Dennis Waterbury.
I've dreamt you,
Though your face was blurred,
I knew you,
by your touch
As I knew your soul,
I feel you-
Will you see me,
do you know I am here?
Can you feel me,
touching your soul?
how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb without a soul
my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home
I have to agree with Andy that, when it comes to love, it is not true as so many claim that "time heals all wounds." Thank you for sharing this meaningful write, Fawn. Love and best wishes to you,
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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