The Offering
i'd craved you i suppose
all of my life i'd awakened
to the sound of soft pebbles
dancing on the windowsill eagerly
quenching the needful things first
as i gathered notions of
the sun's own rays gravity
approached a mindful task withered
beneath solace while faint hues
lingered between a beacon light
capturing my thoughts
above a whisper you'd beckoned
my soul once more
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2013
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