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If you had a name (An ode to loss and water)

If the lovely breeze had a name
we could drift together as two dandelion wishes
floating wanton on foamy winds.
If the river were rolling, gently
we could slide in and swim
for hours, without rushing
and love is like that.
Love is like still water
standing so deep in a vessel
 yet so easily broken upon the smallest of stones;
scattered, and yet-
from this another river begins
(as you begin)
How lovely if you had a name
I would call out to you
and I would hear your reply as
the wind blowing, the water rushing
and not your echoes
 as you trickled across so many small, jagged stones

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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Date: 12/19/2010 7:13:00 AM
Hi Meggan :) sent you soupmail :)
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Date: 11/10/2010 8:45:00 AM
Thank you for reading my work, though you are right, I haven't written a thing in many years.
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Date: 7/20/2010 1:34:00 AM
This is really touching, Meggan... beautiful metaphor you used here and so vividly captured too... I really enjoy your writes :) -- nikko :)
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