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To: WayzataJOHNN
Tic the clock
Toc the clock
and time races on
leaving soft the silences
enfolding me in gossemer robes
upon the bed of restless waiting



The Waiting

Endless ticking of the clock
facial lines deeper in the mirror
Endless ticking of the clock
time racing to the end
wearing gossamer robes
to bind and fold me in
a starlight trip without end
where I'll join him

bf
980 posted on 03/26/2006 11:23:32 AM PST by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

"The Waiting

Endless ticking of the clock
facial lines deeper in the mirror
Endless ticking of the clock
time racing to the end
wearing gossamer robes
to bind and fold me in
a starlight trip without end
where I'll join him

bf"

The ticking of the clock but marks the moment,
and lines are but the history one passes through.
Time is but the flow of life, celebrate what is sent,
so wear your robes and enjoy the trip as you go.
Gossemer or flannel, let the moment decide,
if he's worthy, it matters not what you wore!
WJ


983 posted on 03/26/2006 12:49:29 PM PST by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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