Week of Reflection
a week just for me, for myself
without reservation, without guile
to be what I can't be today
to pretend, to love, to smile....
to the ocean, to the origin of life
to taste the salt and hear the sound
to raise my eyes to the horizon
hoping the lost will be found....
l'd read the words of great poets
drown in the words and the write
messages to make sense of living
that make my sore heart take flight....
like time that has run though my glass
I'd let the sand run through my fingers
A few days of quiet reflection
and the aroma of love that lingers.......
contest...
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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