Monday, April 11, 2011


I went through page after page
Just looking for that one poem you read to me
So long ago, yet the memory is so near
I look for hours
I look for the chance to go back into that moment
You're flipping through the book of at least a thousand pages
You find your favorite
Soon to be mine
You read it aloud
You speak so eloquently
The words dancing off the page
Expressive and remarkable
I bathe in the light of a simple poem of only a few stanzas
Everything about it is beautiful
The best I've ever heard, by far
And now I can only remember bits and pieces
And an idea of a title
I found it
I'm there again
I found it

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