The Journey
By Twilah
I read "his" poem today, The one he sent to me...I'd Waited for a very long time And never thought I'd see. It's words enveloped me, My eyes anxiously fell On the words he'd written As if in some strange spell. I felt his pulse upon the pages, The beating of his heart between, How I know his trembling Hands, with never having seen. On and on I continued reading Each and every line, hungrily, His possession of imagery and vision Embedded the same within me. The words of tunnels and darkness Coalescing with richness and light, I felt such powerful emotion Reading on in sheer delight. His talk of a quaint little cottage With flowering hedges, ivy walls, wisteria, Stirred memories within me of Things that seemed so familiar. I walk alongside him now, This cottage I longed to see; Though deep within my heart I felt this would never be. Our tears coincided as the poem Concluded...not comprehending it all; Together we'd been on a journey That somehow seemed so final. With each tear that fell, I knew His heart was troubled, too... This jouney may have no ending, Of that, my love, we always knew. Twilah 2001 Written October 20th, 2001 © on Oct 20 2001 05:47 AM PST 0 • 8
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