Pray thee sound come forth
Littered with play and joy
They grace is noted
And longed for
Harbored in self
The harbor whose water
Lies smooth like glass
Glistening...
Walk upon water I shall
To know more of thee
It is about thee–and only thee
In my selfish altruism
Dost thou see thyself gracing my thoughts?
O pray thee speak again!
Thy tender touch of volume
Just oh so ever real
The volley a wonder
Time passes quickly
In its quickening
I shall see thee yet again
Our bodies pinned in glory
Is the state of our nature
Natural shall we be ~ Maggie ~ Penned on January 6, 2009 @ 9:45 a.m. EST
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