The Poet
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.
This should be a mentor text and is a lovely tribute to the power of words. "separated by centuries, the two shall never meet face to face." Love that!
ReplyDeleteThis is simply beautiful. You have such a gift and I am so thankful that you share it with the (blogging) world. Just wow.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful. I can't help but wonder who this poet is...
ReplyDeleteHow I have missed your writing! Simply beautiful and so true.
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