Friday, October 22, 2010

Daily Poem #37


As I think
of such places,
such as you,
I may drift
To never return.

To lay
in such beauty.
Feel such earth
beneath my
bare bottom.
I can just sing.

As I think
of you,
beautiful meadow.
I am haunted.
by such a love.

My love
for you,
shall never die.
shall you be lost
in my memories.

And so for now,
I shall dream
of faraway days,
where with you
I may be.
For always.

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