Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Love's Quarrel

Of nights like these, thoughts wander the endless plains of matter

Composing, dreaming and bearing reality out of heart's desires

having written while love sleeps,

words left unsaid while love dreams.

The writer wanting words said than written,

forgiven and not forsaken

as words lose matter and being while eyes lie open

An excuse for the forgotten, unfulfilled. 

May I greet my loved one tonight,

Love lies unforgotten, forever loved and wanted.

- End -

And as a writer writes, forgive me my loved one. For everything that's been unsaid and untouched, will be repaid in love and patience. Sleep well tonight. 

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