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harbor

I will keep my eyes upon you
above all else
minding not the storm
or thirst for
light

hands circled around hope
waiting joyfully
for a comforting touch
gateway
to a better place

hold me
as I have held you
in the sublime
sanctuary
of the heart

Rene ~ August 2012
For Magpie Tales
Inspired by Sydney Carton
and A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

Image: Under Windsor Bridge by Adolphe Valette ( via Magpie Tales)

Comments

  1. nice...i am glad you are there for them...and they for you as well...it is nice to have someone in the storm and in life...smiles.

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  2. lovely-especially the last 5 lines

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  3. A tender translation of the image...

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  4. Glowingly evocative; well done.

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  5. Incredibly beautiful ... a poem meant to be recited over and over again ~ lover to lover, parent to child, friend to friend.

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  6. A gateway to a better place, a harbor and a sanctuary - beautifully calming.

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  7. Very beautiful, Rene, a perfect storm of poetic emotion .

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  8. A beautiful, quiet piece. I loved it.

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  9. Oh, Rene.

    Makes my heart ache with happiness.

    Pearl

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  10. Mmm, where's my wife? I need to do some mutual heart-sharing activities. :)

    Casey

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