Geoffrey

Monday Morning

Your words Soft as rabbits fur Gentle, searching Fear-full, afraid Shivering In the cold, nakedness Of their own truths Eye lights Telling that Deeper Older History Of our Knowing Those dreams are But lost Steps On this Pilgrimage To That Final Re-uni-on That Moment of Re-t-urn Of Re-mem-be-rance That Embrace
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