Life With Horace

poetry & essays

until then

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there may still be
      wind, that has not kissed
            my face

or light on vernal
      water, not seen through
            my lens

or singing, that has
      yet to hum along
            my bones

or time with friends, dancing
      in green waves, sand on
            my feet

or words to share, flowing
      from the mouth of
            my heart

but, there was always love, with
      you, so if I skip the rest
            to waltz out in your arms,

it will be enough to
      know these gifts waited
            with me, just in case.

_____________________________________________
a birthday poem for Mike

Author: Life With Horace

poetry & essays

2 thoughts on “until then

  1. Your poetry is wonderful Kate. I always look forward to receiving emails notifying me when you’ve given us another contemplation.

    Thank You,

    Hayden

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