my mind with wondrous words.
Words written time after time,
with love, and loss, and joy!
Overwhelmed am I on this day
with words jumping like beans
in my head, waiting to be read.
They correct, punctuate each sentence
with great choice, and truth, these
words for you, and you, and you.
Oh, I wish you to read them now,
but they will have to wait, for I
know not when I'll get to sign the
paper that says they are great.
Be it soon.-daw
27 December, 2010
Like the delicate parts
of the budding flower at dawn,
you flow like the dew that drips
from the pines, touching
the waiting, grass
Like the quivering flower
in the breeze, so
does your skin
pebble at a
Light falls gently,
now gracefully highlighting
the subtle curves of the flower,
and you both devour
the warmth given
freely by its