A sadness that sits close to heart Not of the lost or the needed Just a thought of how it could be Not the be of the me The be of the us the most How the love could transform Adourne be born and worn Is this sadness another aspect of love Does the heart keep its own space For the disappointment of the world Never really letting it be too full In case of an overflow may tip the vessel And the contents be gone This sadness the peace it provides Like a warm breeze on the still night Carries the journey feeling it's way Gently fleetingly to somewhere Anywhere
keeping a little back
Posted - Jul 17 2015 : 5:37:16 PM
