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Tuesday, April 16, 2013

conductors beat



in the beginning
your smile stood
next to the Sun
your whispers
floated in the breeze
your touch made
the pedals of a lily
envious
your heart beat
conducted the
grand symphony

time has quietly
gathered a cloud
in the face of the Sun
the wind has whirled
separating young leaves
from their birth place
and the lilies have gone
into a nocturnal sleep
and still I am
sitting in the first seat
awaiting your batons
lead of my hearts beat