a beacon in the
blue velvet of
endless universe.
Your voice is a whisper.
She guards her
secrets well
among the stars
with infinite longing.
I dream of you, still.
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- W.M. Turner
- I lost my husband to suicide in June of 2006. This is my journey through the deep valley of grief with all its anger, denial, guilt, and pain. It is also my struggle to embrace the future and allow myself to live and love happily, again. As if that is not enough, this is where I indulge my need to create, with words, the ideas that irritate me like a splinter, until I get them out.
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3 comments:
That person is happy which can read about itself:
"I dream of you, still"
I hope that he knows about it...
I have a feeling he does know...and if not, he isn't listening....or dreaming
How does he know... What it about him?
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