As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Saturday, January 8, 2011

THE CAR

POEM 7


Jasmine filled
The candle alights
Luminous and enticing
A hypnotic warmth
The scent weaves
Around memories
Reflections
Hang from the roof
Like a handwoven loom
A time
A moment
A thought
A place
This kind of love
Still beating in me
A child
I remember I remember

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