TO ADNAN, THE BELIEVER*

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JOURNAL #35

yes

he is your great, good friend

but love light to my world

that he is mine

time she talks not back

to lovers who abide

the gentle flow of

her brine

alas

ye truth sayer

lets loose his tongue

and bespeaks

the language of love

his own eyes

translate

from poet to page

then to poet and sage

for he knows

alike lights can not

dim themselves

to tremble under a bushel

when the whole world

for their romance

is a stage

there are spot lights

inspired by star light

that offer the age old

seekers

a moment

their lives

to mutually rearrange.........

(Sept. 15, 2009 606am)




Author's Notes/Comments: 

a whimsical piece for a man I don't even really know but the imp in me felt this overwhelming urge to explain herself to him just for the fun of doing so. He is after all the very good friend of the man who has captured my enchantment and made it his own.

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