::WRITINGS OF OLD, WRITINGS OF NEW...SORROWS OF TIMES & JOY FOR WHAT'S DUE...SOME THINGS I WILL, SOME THINGS I DO...EITHER WAY I'LL FOLLOW LIFE'S CLUES:: ~Keila Coate Womack
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Dwelling Place
May the noise drown out the sound of my own beating heart
Cut out the delicate part
Why the end before the start?
Your subtle smile was the reckoning tool
Fell so far, hit hard like a fool
Your soft heart beckoned me, it was the strongest wave to pull
You gave me more to live for, more than you'll ever know
If I could only seek you out, my naked soul would show
My words would embrace you in a spiritual flow
This distance is death, my hands shake in a reckless pace
Your name does burn in my dwelling place
The fire is bright, it illuminates my face
~k
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