I made my way through a dark day
Blaming what I feel on the forces that tug with determination
Against my smile and a more gentle way
Those two things
They finally won the day
Wandering, lost in complexity, I guess it’s just my way
And then at the end of the day I find your simplicity of reason
Your way to make me need to stay
Unfolding for my senses, yet another season
Of magnificent simple reason
The season of reason I will call it for now
The smile that crosses that freckled face
And opens the door to my own smile somehow
The beginning is close at hand, I think we can tie the lace.
And smile again
In an embrace like hand in glove
Smiling into that lovely freckled face
A face of love
The beginning has come round again
We can tie the lace
And smile again
Face to face
9 comments:
Very nice, very gentle and tender. I like your poetic side, Seven.
I meant to ask ... is that BEG? Cutie, whoever it is!!
It is my interpretation (perhaps illusionary example) of BEG as a young girl.
Yes the words are for BEG, but I pictured a young girl to echo the innocence of straightforward reason.
I was thinking BEG as well. Your words continue to captivate with delight, and this photo offers the premiere illustration.
Thank you
Reach
Another one who thought it was BEG! Great poem Seven!
very sweet. Something about freckles are so cute and sweet and endearing. I think my daughter is getting a few across her nose and I feel like I am looking at myself sometimes, now. (cause I've got freckles)
What I wouldn't give...
But even if this kind of love is not reflected in me (or about me)- I feel it for my kids.
Precious~
:)
-the Dork :)
LOL! who thinks of you in an equally affectionate way ;)
You are a poet! Dude! What can't you do????
Susan,
Sing. Can't do it except in a laughable way. The dancing isn't pretty either...:(
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