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by Thomas Herr
December, 2009
Like a sweet droplet
Of vital morning dew in the desert
Crystal clear and pure
She is suspended before me like a jewel.
The secret of love lies within her
She is the sun
Warm strong life for me
There, near the center of the winter web at dawn.
Or, like a dew-diamond
She is a glimmer of hope
For a lonely miner
Chipping and toiling for love or life at the entrance to the cave.
And there she is
Suspended in a perfect frame
From the depths
She reflects eons of perfect light to entice me
Like the lucky pebbles and stones
I collect in my pocket
I leave a hole in my heart
It’s a place where I can tuck away her love.
"Untitled Love"
ReplyDeletehello new friend, this was beautiful, nice to meet a fellow poet, I look forward to having a good friendship, excellent imagery in this piece, please pop over and read my latest, childs child, comments welcome, the title I would give this classic is....
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take care
"Love's light"
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. Look forward to more...
With gratitude,
The Light Of My Love.
ReplyDelete"Dew" I like to keep it simple... Sometimes.
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