Jim Prothero’s Blog

Jim February 6th, 2010

To you who lights the fires of my soul

And touches all the well-springs of that light;

Whose fragrance wraps around me dark and cool

And drifts me through the passages of night.

I call to you across the weary miles

To feel your fingers brush across my skin.

I draw to you within a moment’s silence

And find that fading warmth of where you’ve been.

I drempt we walked together of a morning

Down through a sun-splashed wood beside a stream,

And to a cottage where we slept til dawning;

And when we woke we found it not a dream.

I would that we could leave this life alone

And fidn a pllace to truely call our home.

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