Monday, December 4, 2017

in the quiet


time waited for me in the quiet.
the glow of dawn was my breakfast
as the wind from the lake
whispered of far off places and times unspent, 
as the days, like clouds, sped by.
my thoughts of you are like this.
words unspoken, drifting in memory
like stray tears falling in the quiet.

2/22/1992

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