Wednesday, November 4, 2009


Arms wide open
Heart held still
No time for breath
Speed nay be broken
Time spins on
Racing through arctics chill
The moon slivers cut into
Rouged curtains drawn
Ilay awake with heart so true
Hope nestled deep, beats skipped on thrills
That you'll be here answering my call
When the sun from my love shines through!

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