Monday, September 5, 2011

Quiet Evening

I sit alone and still remain,
I read and write and see now why

To love and to be a forgotten friend-
To let go slowly, await an end.
To smile at a young girl's growth,
to see a heart be made a home.

I wish to see a soul grow strong,
I wish that heaven would play its song.
I pray for hope to fill the sky,
and possibly, ignite your eyes.

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