For Tre
I think of you in the mornings
Sister-friend
Because I know you're out there
Wandering the empty hallways like I am
Running your finger
Over the dusty ledge
Counting cherry blossom petals
Offering your naked heartbeat
To the world
Sister-friend
Because I know you're out there
Wandering the empty hallways like I am
Running your finger
Over the dusty ledge
Counting cherry blossom petals
Offering your naked heartbeat
To the world
posted by Pagan Nun at 5:23 AM
1 Comments:
ah...iole....your poem paused me...filled me with deep gratitude and hope, and reminded me once again that even though much muck tries to hide our inner yearnings, we are seen....we are known...and we are able to connect and love and be .....
for your connection, your love, your being....i am so truly grateful....love you soul sister and true friend,
tre ~~~
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