Out stretched
finger tips
pleading
in the
darkest night
somethings seem
distant
out of reach
do I ask for
to much
and the wind
carries our song
...Shuffle and flip
of the Tarot cards
all possibilities
are put into mystical
perspective
the devil
plays games
with no one
...Soul to soul
wounded dove
tiny petals fall
from high above
and whispers generate
magical stirrings
hope flourishes
dead sea
mambo jumbo
you know I can sail
with the best of them
...Now and then
on bended knee
searching for
a familiar face
eye to eye
recognize
one more time
pure of heart
did I love in vain...
© 2013 Trilby
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