For Sara Ella
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Oh, Sara Sara, oh,
in your warm voice
I see
You as you are, I feel
you free.
Your hands, they deal
the cards, they hold
the key,
they paint my day,
for they unfold to a
degree
the layers to my heart
carefree?
In early morning
coffee....
Oh, Sara Sara, oh,
My warm eye paints
you red:
A colour full of love.
We are no saints, but
that said,
I hold you high above
the crowd, a dragon.
I bet
You smile. You love
dragons as do I,
you had
one just for you.
Oh, Sara Sara, oh
we fly
above the crowd, you
and I.
But now I let you glide,
don't cry.
How masterfully you ride
the sky.
How free you drift,
How high.
***
May 11, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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