Sunday, March 5, 2017
Touched by the honesty his words reveal, she's commits them to memory. Sweet and rare as vintage wine she's intoxicated by his poetic proclivity. She yearns to be a part of his world, simple, unpretentious, a world that no longer exists. As she reads on, she can almost feel his presence, the warmth of his breath, feather light touch of his fingers caressing her cheek; A tear escapes. Separated by centuries, the two shall never meet face to face, but the purity and passion of his words will etched into her soul for eternity. The poet's words cannot be diminished even by the heavy hand of time.