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Trust
Blindfolded and barefoot
i am lead away from
The safety of my bedroom
Trusting You completely
As i feel the cold
Hardwood floor beneath my feet
i hear nothing but
The pad of my feet
On the floor
i smell the soft full
Scent of Spring Mist
Incense burning
You lead me around
With assurance
And skill
When at last
You remove the blindfold
We are back where we started
An exercise of trust
Proving both that
You can be trusted
And
That i trust You
[Yes, I have changed my pen name again.] But what has not changed is my admiration of your verbal ability. The event described in the poem is not something that, under ordinary circumstances, I would have cared to read about; yet your poetry is so powerful, so inviting, that admittedly, I must put aside my preconceptions to read whatever you have to say about anything. There are very few poets who have this much power to alter the course of my reading, but you have done so. Of course, the way you describe the event is, in itself, very charming and enchanting. I applaud the ability of your words to reach this reader's soul.
Starward