This morning is one of those
When my heart is full of tender prose
Thoughts come faster than my pen
Before I can gather this one
Yet another comes flying in
And I wonder of the ones
That did not land
Are they waiting somewhere nigh
For me to come and find them
As November days drift by and by
Dreams of
Love
And hope
Each one in their own turn
Showing me how to breathe once more
Begging me to learn
As day calls me to the kitchen
To warm hearth and body well
While soul of soul does hunger
As much as ever much
For the writer’s strong but gentle touch
Of words laid enchantingly just so
Reminding one
Of all that one
Might someday sweetly know
Of love…
And never letting go
So my pen has come to rest
As I guess that I suppose
The musing words that were meant for me
Did leave their watermark
Upon my fast and beating heart
That dreams are real
Love is love
And hope will always keep them so…
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ellie894 November 12, 2018
