A Name In The Sand
Your hand once held my own, your
Name, the sweetest note
In a song unfinished --
The reason for my joy. Now,
Sand -- laid out in its infinity
Reminds me of the countless times
My thoughts have held you, while my
Heart was so lonely
That I fell to my knees.
I bend down and write,
Still thinking about you -- sometimes
Love is a hidden message
You find in the first word of each line.
© Ciprianowords Inc. 2008
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