A Color With No Name

Posted: March 10, 2011 in My Poetry
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We send signals
made with smoke.
They rise up to you –

You, who have become
something else:
a thing
not of this world.

who’s energy
envelopes wholly,
comforts, teaches.

A noiseless
laughing sound;
white water racing
over rocks,
sunlight’s liquid dance.

The dog drinks
melted snow
from the trough
of a fallen shovel
while I talk to you
without words.

You hold my heart
in cupped hands;
light welling
between narrow fingers.

Torn parts melt
back together
and I feel you smile.

I am happy too.
Glad the night
is full of you.

you flit away,
to lift another,


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