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Sunday, February 23, 2014

hold me


hold me
if but for a moment
fill an emptiness,
lately, ever present  

a void
a sense of loneliness
vulnerable

I’ve skipped the stone in the stream
walked the path in the woods
listening to the birds

witnessed the wonderment
of a silhouette fly into a crimson sun
winked at stars of night
waved good morning to the
waking golden eye

for this I am grateful

solitude is my friend
and reminds me of
how small I am  

this emptiness,
ever so salient