gentlegraceA Poem by Matthew Young
I wanted to become real with
The motion of your touch A simple symphony of longing Distributed eagerly from The confines of your love I wanted a morning by your side A chance to challenge the dawn Alongside towering mandalas of dew Displaying balance of perfect oneness Mirroring us in feelings uncharted By time or song I wanted your heartbeat in my palm It's driving rhythm to send me From the shadows of uncertainty Where you wait in white light And gentle grace © 2010 Matthew Young |
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