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12-4-03
What can you call home? A town with no airport, a moving ship, sailing the ocean, Always outside, always passing through, always changing, pulling up anchor
What can you call forever? A moment, a struggle, time standing still, Forgetting and remembering there is a world outside
What can you call endurance? A longing, an experience, waiting it out Seeing where it leads instead of cutting it off
What can you call love? A breath, an honesty, feeling in spite of fear, Exploring how far those emotions go
What can you call secret? A plastic bed, a strange new familiar place, sleeping chastely beside, Thinking of love for a lover at home
What can you call regret? An assumption, a disappointment, I thought I knew you Paralyzed with shock finding I am there alone
What can you believe? A story, a memory, you weren’t there, I try to explain
What can you hear? A hesitation, a silence, weighing your response I wish I could see inside you |
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By Fay Grund © 2004, all rights reserved |
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