SUCH PURITY, THERE OF ............


meandering on

in a moment so blue

wistful is an overly haunted thought

in some soulful remembrance

clever captor that you are

how you trespass through

mine heart's lush fields

a scavenger almost

it would seem

of my love

brilliant in your gentle observance

grant me but

the purity of

your finest intentions

with my heart here at a stand still

you dream to have your road block

firmly in place

at the world's feet

my porch it could be said

is swept for me

how unromantic must that


(written Feb 2,2007 320am)

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