Monday, August 17, 2009

Gimpse of Eden

Somehow, somewhere
Amidst life’s darker lines
Like the breath of a prayer
Is a moment defined
With golden fingers
The slightest brush
Its liquid warmth lingers
Neath its mellow touch

Like butterfly kisses
In my valley of woe
Its whisper caresses
The pain I hold close
And into my sigh
Blows a breeze I am needing
As I look to the sky
‘Tis then, I glimpse Eden

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Janet Martin

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