Outside of the LinesA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormI lend them my fingertips to search for the sunlight of my feelings until I hear the words that rhyme with we..........Whispers from nowhere reach beneath light cutting through the love I feel for you, playing inside of my thoughts. I think of their sound, how I feel them in the air I breathe and when I sleep, how they call from every mountaintop I have ever sought. I find I am defining their promises every morning in the hush of silence and as I write I welcome them into the rooms of me. I lend them my fingertips to search for the sunlight of my feelings until I hear the words that rhyme with we. A reflection of the whispers can be tasted when it drifts in with the morning's expectations as if it flew from a cage of intimacy. My air is filled with love crying out to my heart that this time it will not be broken nor lie alone as I breathe. Whispers from nowhere lead me into spaces outside of the lines I write, where I can feel your embrace. The strings of my heart stand still to be strummed into place as the promise of your fingertips searches for the sunlight on my feelings' face. © 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm © 2012 Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormAuthor's Note
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Added on February 27, 2012Last Updated on February 28, 2012 Tags: whispers, promises, reflection, embrace, fingertips, love AuthorNeva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormGAAboutHello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia. My latest book and videos: My latest book - Mailing Letters to the Moon rm_f1st('6','182','true','false','000000','av2j3.. more..Writing
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