Image via Magpie Tales i won't be leaving here with you nor will you be staying with me for any longer than you see fit that is just the way of it it is the silent refrain of my being i won't be leaving here with you but i will stay, until my time is done as your ceremonial chosen one no, this won't be my last tour though it is the first time i won't be leaving here with you shh, now, darling. this is what i do i see it in your eyes, our time's drawing to a close. please don't mind the tears they come, they go, it's true... i won't be leaving here with you Rene ~ December 8, 2012
Lucky you!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Susan. Sounds wonderful!
ReplyDeleteAh, bring on the wildness within!!
ReplyDeleteCool form. Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteMoon-wild, the best possible wildness!
ReplyDeleteI love the words, and the form enhances!
ReplyDeleteWe shall be moon-mad together, 'cause it's wonderful!
ReplyDeleteLove this cheeky delight of a poem. :-)
You too. Blame it on the moon.
ReplyDeleteAh yes the moon does seem to have that effect on us :D
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