figuring it would be easier to get back to you
than the standard message; i had
no bottle for it anyway, not
one to hold all i want to say.
homeward bound
i knew you'd keep it safe for me
until i could thank you in traded breath
and spill the contents of a stained glass chest
without making a mess of everything.
sometimes even i
don't know my own strength.
keep me, keep me here.
05.2012
5 comments:
Love the imagery... the glass chest, the traded breath. This is a tight, focused piece.
oh thank you, Kim. such a thoughtful comment. :) x
I love this Dana! Beautiful and heartfelt! :-)
thanks so much, Carrie, and welcome! i've followed you back. :) x
"Throwing the hat across the Atlantic, and stained glass chest......'
good jobe.
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