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Spirit Move Me

SPIRIT MOVE ME

MY spirit moves me all 
into a fitful night -
bleeding dreams of love
speaking thoughts ~
so gently.

All of my Mind a cyclone
  softly tearing my heart 
             So, Spirit move me 
             every-time I am near her
Sweet woman ~ angel of my Life
  come, come into my arms
And now, now, hold on fast
  this is the magic at last
So whirling like a puzzle within my
    MIND:  baby, so, come into my
arms and let me know the wonder
   so all of you now.   Before she
sees I've been up and down and some-
times all around and she makes me 
shiver and every-time she smiles, 
cries, laughs, and speaks matter-of-
fact; I get the feeling again what
once so quickly disappeared:
Dear, where did you come from?
Was it the heart-light I kept burning
that caught your attention?  
so up and down and now I get the 
shivers, quivers, and weak knees
And standing upon the edge of Time
and caught up inside Life so Love,
will you make time for you and me?
At least to stop me from shaking?
   In my mornings I face my dreams
and see you there all within my 
   own heart!  

:: 12-30-2016 ::
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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