Thursday, September 16, 2010


We met at a distance of a stretched hand.

We parted.

But the day I recovered your image-

In my dreams,

You were near,

Like the memory of a stretched dream:

Far away though,

Close to the distance of my eyelids.


Terri said...
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Terri said...

How beautiful is this Poem! Wow! What can I have a way with words!
Thanks for your letter Me Ho