Incarnadine sunrise
skies turbid with ebon clouds
quiet, before the pending storm
here, I have found myself
Your presence is felt
not seen
you stand in the shadows
watching me
I close my eyes
imagine your touch
I feel the warmth of you
or is it from the sun
It matters not
you are my empyrean
SCW 3 ’07
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Wonderful! Beautiful as always, and I am glad to see you post more!
Thanks, Vic!