Healing-Hurts

It is as on the sand I write for you a poem But the sea comes in again to steal it Like a child I stand and wonder why this is That hope lives only to be washed away

Thursday, December 07, 2006

humbly to meet a need

I am only as ever
You want me to be


The sun by day
A true light for thee

Or as the moonlight
Those feelings for a moment to satisfy


Read no more into these lines
than your heart needs
To find security



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