Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm > Writing | WritersCafe.org

Although my footsteps were soft and sweet, the earth still saw my soul............

I feed that which brings me to my knees by hand.............

My eyes are turned to touch upon their ancient realms of hope............

On all those nights where love is more than flesh that holds our will..............

To one who's name is written in the faint perfume upon my neck...............

Each measure is divided by a heartbeat..............

For my friend J.M.F. (Bear)

You stepped back and so did I...............

She loves me, he loves me not, separately the same.............

Where you are only a dream that cries itself to sleep...............