Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

the end (21 Oct 2007)

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you are not mine
nor are you separate
you peer out of my eyes

you see so clearly out of yours and
you were in my heart
the whole time

it was Constance you said
that nudged you this way
to hear the shape of inside

and to feel the within of Now
you opened every window
shining me in all your

wondrous glory
to the truth that surrounds
sound, like silence (of you and me)

on a page of poetry
where we relax between words
and lines join into making

love that is what it is – connecting
letters and letting the full-stop slide
until until until …

I can not hide the end
it is a story of romance letting go
again and I created this masterpiece

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