Monday, December 18, 2006


The Sun.
Giver of warmth and light.
That which calls life to bask in radiant glory.

The Sea.
Eternal expanse of perfect blue.
Untold beauty hidden in the depths.

The Wind.
Capricious shepherd of the leaves.
Courier of sweet scents and lover's sighs.

A secret place.
In my soul.
Longing to be shared.


Blogger the Razorclown said...

When I first heard the phrase, "it's not where you are, it's who you're with," something about it rang especially true to me. I hear that in this poem.

Nicely done.

10:43 AM  

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