Fingertips

I don't need a muse to tell me
What I already know
Poetic lines have escaped me for so long
But the rhythm still flows through my hands
My lips, my mind, and my heart

Music has taken on a different form
The melody drifts somewhere in the rising laughter
And the instruments stir in the silent moments
It may seem I take for granted the every day
The hellos, the goodbyes, and the tender holds

Who needs a pen to write this down
When I can inscribe my love with fingertips
I know my touch lingers
Just like yours warms me till you come home
Home to me, to us, to what we have

Every moment with you flows like a song
The rise and fall of poetry’s grace
It's the day by day love that transcends thought and word
Because the meaning holds more than love's first kiss or first fall
It's in the quiet that the truth runs around me in circles
We've surpassed fear and found safety in each other's arms
This kind of love encompasses all the love from before
But now we know the secret to happiness
To loving each other every day, no matter whether the muse stirs.

© January 25, 2007 Keri S.

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