Monday, June 16, 2008

Ode to Nora

I, too, yearn for yesterday,
As sweet, soft, amber, airy somethings fill the air.
With eyes closed my heaviness fades away,
And my everything with you I'd love to share.

With eyes open I barely know what to feel,
But somehow you're voice gives me a place to rest.
Slowly my confused wounds begin to heal,
And my heart beats more gently in my chest.

I, too, yearn for yesterday
To a time when my happiness was my only care,
But don't dwell in the past-- they often say;
I admit that never again will I be there.

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