Monday, July 9, 2012

Perhaps It Is Nothing...




Perhaps it’s the perfection in the azure of blue
Or the way the clouds wander and tumble awry
That reminds me so keenly of how I miss you
And of how times slips so quietly by

Perhaps it’s the fabric of mid-summer bliss
Perfect and sheer and transient at best
Perhaps it’s her sultry and wanton caress
That stirs the missing you deep in my chest

Perhaps it is nothing; or everything lost
That suddenly clenches my innermost part
Perhaps it is simply surreal oceans tossed
In unfathomed reaches concealed in the heart

J~

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