“Not enough fire to burn every letter”
“i wrote for you,”
“Not enough air to feed this garden”
“of our ashes.”
“A lutist still in thoughts”
“you allowed me to,”
“His quivering song that settled”
“your eye and mine.”
The embers will not die until
They steal winds from each mountain,
As they refuse rest and long to fill
Their valley with all the wind’s of heaven!
2 thoughts on “Speaking With”
I read your posts. They’re beautiful. Sorry for the delay
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