If I look closely,
clearly, consciously,
focus intently,
…a thought crosses my mind…perfection is in the tiny details…Love…
If I hold my breath longer
even deeper
steady, calm
…a voice speaks serenely …I will never leave you…Trilby…
Keeping the images
from fading or
entering that place of
blur, vagueness
when the lines
between a dream and
reality
turn harsh
throwing my heart’s rhythm
into an off beat
just like an old Blues song
each time
I enter another phase,
dimension
that has no words
emotions build,
my chest
throat tighten,
tears overflow…
If I could silence the sounds,
even quieter
hush the echo
…a sensation touches me deeply…I know you love me, always…always…
© 2008 Pamela Yates
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