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COLOR
That
you loved me
in
the morning.
The
clouds slowly flee
from
a feeling.
The
island of you
is
not really a lonely place.
This
you touch, yes you do,
this
part of my heart, it's pace.
Brush the distance
away.
In your
arms, in mine,
perhaps
some day?
The
things, the gifts,
that
you place so carefully,
inside
this treasure box, adrift.
You
sent them, unmeasurably.
Do
you know how much
you
unwrap, you open
it
would not crush
Do
you realize
what
it had spoken?
Brush the distance
away.
In your
arms, in mine
perhaps
some day?
To
me it said,
the
passion of our souls,
not
now, instead,
down
the road it enfolds.
Before,
not long ago,
you
appeared, in color.
I
was busy and confused and so
you
cried out, hold me near.
Joy,
I wanted you to have,
I
encouraged you away,
and
yet you gave and you gave.
What
did I do, why did I delay?
So
this is where I am.
I
know that you care.
Into
my heart....wham!
Brush the distance
away.
In your
arms, in mine
perhaps
some day?
by
Gary Hodges...February 15/1998
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