A Fistful Of Words

25 Apr 2012

Rekindling

Distance, made by miles and silence, 

Finally broken, with a modest hello

Suddenly rekindled, 

This time, I won’t let go

Slow, at first, 

But with growing ardency,

I should rest,

This conversation holding me in captivity

First, a smile, 

Then a laugh,

The minutes roll by,

I watch the unchanging photograph

Late, so late tonight,

I welcome the company, 

Out of this wide world,

I’m glad you’re talking to me.

Thoughts, wandering rapidly

Needing an escape,

They burst forth

Into poetry

Time, you end our fun,

As you always do,

I accept it though,

It’s almost two.

Sleep, claim me,

I’m ready for peace

Darkness take me,

Such sweet release

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