Leading Me
Seemingly stuck in winters loss
You're the magic needle that brings me forth,
Glowing like a beam of sunlight
As a silenced breeze gently flows
Deprieved of human affection of any kind
Slowly the memories begin to form,
Then at last your radiant face appears
Leading me joyfully into the promise land...
Sorrow passes like the seasons
Illuminated with all the stars above
Your heart is my north and true
Becoming the endless balm of my soul
Crying eyes span the plains so far
To unwrap around the laden frowns.
You fill my heart then, with a gentle breeze,
Opening my sails with an ease.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
November,13,2014
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