Monday, November 24, 2008

a blustry poem

Is this the mood
I have been waiting on?

Is this the feeling
I'm searching to reflect?

Fear is a monstrous cloud
of intimate rain drops.
Each fleeting feeling
put emotions at bay.

Words escape my thoughts.
None known to relay
to you, my heart.

Patience is a  virtue.
Restless
Show me the way.

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