CUP AND SAUCER

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JOURNAL #25

its the work

of spiritual wings

your face

but words

free to enrapt me

through a small 5x7 box

on a screen

emotional meanderings

parading themselves

out between us

as gigantic bells of

such shared kinship

from night

where the purest heart rings

its moment of truth

its true

two hearts from whatever the

distance

can easily recognize their chosen

mate

and do

I hear the soul deep sobs

of even your most silent still tears

your dreams even make so much sense to my mind

we are

wall paper

upon the kitchen of life

cup and its saucer

setting together

in kind..............

(written July 18, 20011230 am)

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