FallingWaterDrops
by , 08-20-2007 at 07:42 PM (825 Views)
in her departure
she still speaks
hidden in the folds
of my soul
carrying on her
mystical ways
her subtle reaching voice
hinting at her proposals
drawing near to my address
restless yet at peace
easing my heart
familar w/her manner
in harmony we speak
not a sound is heard
and the wire is hot
busy with notes
passing through the vacant
She is my mother
long gone from here
resting and waiting
what else can i do
but 2
unite the weary way ahead




