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Poet: Example Below
Time is like angel wings, not opalescent, but
translucent with a glimpse into a million
versions of tomorrow.
Seeing the wheels turning, watching, waiting
for the right moment to stop the rotation...
just to choose the one that sings to your heart.
Careful not to allow the right moment to pass,
not to miss the perfection of your smile,
the passion of your laughter.
I find myself transported back in time, from
the memory of your scent, the cadence
of your voice...the taste of your mouth. The
essence of you wrapping around me like
a warm cocoon...taking me to places
that only you can go.
You are the measure of perfect timing...
from the beauty of your stride, to the
movement of your hand in perfect symphony
with the pure energy that vibrates from
deep within your well.
Caught in your web, but so content to
be there...just to share your space...I
await your touch...a touch that will awaken
me before death.
I knew you before you were, I dreamed
you...I wished for you, longed for your
touch. A touch that woke me from a deep
sleep and took me on a journey of delight
and discovery to a place I had never been before.
There is no end to this...there never can be...
we were destined before time to blend into
one...you are woven on the loom of
my heart...your threads meshing with mine,
forming a comfortable blanket that covers
Katherine Chatham Copyright 4/19/2014
Native American Flute
Director of Human Resources
Started singing at age 5.
I am Scottish, Irish, Shoshone, English
Poet....my poetry can be viewed at allpoetry.com