When Friends Connect
My oldest friend looks for me
On a dark road
Nights I can’t sleep,
We are lonely together.
✿ڿڰۣ(̆̃̃ღ
ڿڰۣ❀ڿڰۣ(̆̃̃
¸
We are yellow jackets in late summer,
Beating at the screen
We are two old women holding hands
At the funeral of a friend.
We are two children playing
“Who Am I?”
You put your hands over my eyes
And in their darkness,
I know for sure
That at the end,
The playful stranger who appears
Is not death
But love.
ღ(̆̃̃ڿڰۣ✿
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By Kathleen Norris, via Idealistic Rebel
For more of Kathleen’s poems, click the ↑ link.
These are thoughts on Priceless Art ~ a Christmas Present
Jan 04, 2013 @ 13:20:29
Love, not death – I love it!
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Jan 04, 2013 @ 16:09:12
It’s a beautiful poem, isn’t it. And that end does catch us.
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Jan 05, 2013 @ 05:06:52
Absolutely!
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