Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Sonnet 3

You are a cool drink in the hot desert of my existence
An oasis on this barren plane
Pray you are not a mirage to this insistence
You are an anchor that keeps me sane.
I am a poor listener but I hear you when I hear nothing outside
Something in your voice assures me that you speak a truth I need to recognize
Your gentle advice assures me and warms me inside
Somehow what you tell me daily helps me realize--
I am ready to change, I just needed reminding
Now I step back and see me for the first time
I need to recall that they'll be no rewinding
This personal metamorphosis is sublime.
You are a cool drink in the desert of my existence
Now I surrender to your kisses insistence.

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