Walking...
Turning the door on this certain morning..
the first day of Summer
I held my cup in hand.
Pulling open the latch...
so abruptly my cup
yet not filled overflowed!
I thought of this miracle and
consentrated the thought with an
additional happiness.
I shall write to thee my Love Lord
on the winds, or on the leaves of the trees,
or from the depths of the oceans in the fine
chairs of kings...
for it is the first day of summer..
Your eyes watched from Escapes and
filled my cup!
In love.
I've longed to kissed thy lips..
"It is no secret thereof in me."
I am a soliable fiber of spirit.. that when the
birds came upon my porch..
How could they know?
Unless..
it was your message that you loved me?
Flowing....
--MIISRAEL
WINNIESPOETRY in ESCAPES...
JUNE2011
Posted By: MIISRAEL Bride
Tuesday, June 21st 2011 at 9:23AM
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