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. . . CONVERSATIONS IN POETRY . . . . CONVERSATIONS IN PROSE . . . .
...a friend is a stranger waiting to be met...
You Know Who You Are
THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
PLANET ARET
. . . CONVERSATIONS IN POETRY . . . . CONVERSATIONS IN PROSE . . . .
...a friend is a stranger waiting to be met...
You Know Who You Are
August 23, 1998
with your words that pierce me
in the middle of the deepest night.
they arrive, like gifts, like miracles
in my mailbox, and i stare at it for a
minute or two before i gather my courage
and click on it to discover what jewels you've
sent me this time.
you know who you are. you ask me questions
i'm afraid to answer, tell me secrets i'm
not worthy of knowing, turn my head with
the way you tell me i've read your soul...
you know who you are
but who am i?
the way you express yourself... the way you make your point... and to lead the reader all the way down one path only to show a sign that leads down a whole other deeper path... I love it... please continue :)
I'd like to return in kind
the magic in the words you write
I'd like to give you back
the wonder of your shining light
I'd like to find the words
to reach deeper than human sight
but somehow...
my babbler is not babbling,
my preacher isn't preaching,
my poet isn't poeting tonight
honest love, ric
... a friend is a stranger waiting to be met ... a friend is a stranger wanting to be met ... a friend is a stranger willing to be met ...
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