Ships In Bottles
her love’s soft and quiet
shy like ships in bottles
a benevolent voyage to the middle of me
ascertaining a magnetic togetherness
her voice weeps like a willow
a falling footstep cadence
my hope hangs patiently
on the edge of her blossoming lips
her eyes are as shy as a midnight shadow
and deeper than the black hole
beyond the last galaxy where I wait
to catch a fleeting glimpse of forever
her life is my joy
a creation beyond comprehension
the spirit’s redeeming grace
my abundant gratitude is her salvation
Copyright © Matthew Vandeburgh | Year Posted 2011
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