Her tears hang ten upon pale cheeks as sand-kissed toes caress her beach, his empty words fly in sea's breeze she turns to face her dawn... Those whispered lies she once believed, her hungry heart surely decieved; one wounded soul in full retreat she vows she will go on... Soft eyes surveying desperately, afraid to share her deepest need, her heart empty of all she bleeds the walls she built are strong... Gently probing, now carefully, caressing eyes that spoke to me, intent to heal what hurt deeply I heard her spirit song... Now, here we lie in lover's dream what once was captive, now so free; I'm floating as she lies by me she turns to face her dawn... Copyright © 1998 By Irme return to friends poems page
Her tears hang ten upon pale cheeks
Those whispered lies she once believed,
Soft eyes surveying desperately,
Gently probing, now carefully,
Now, here we lie in lover's dream
Copyright © 1998 By Irme
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