You

by adroit   May 27, 2009


You, my healer
name ringing bright
blue and brown
birth and death
earth and sky
everything

there is

angelic singing when you speak
feeling right
my words slipping
never quite
fitting together
tripping me

completely

filling the room
with your presence
laughter a crimson bloom
my life-blood
turning thoughts to mud
humbling me

entirely

entrancing
an indescribable sight
indelible, bright
haunting every waking moment
your memory diffusing my dreams
in silver light

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