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I watch my heart set sail across the lonely great divide.
Angels pleading love for love, not eye for blinded eye.
The honest terror in my soul, I watch love's wings set sail,
Beyond each limitation – the broken promises I've made.
As hopeful arc sets time so still with whisperings of change,
I wonder if my little heart can fly so far away.
Love is not a promise, but intentions set in motion.
It's what we pay attention to which captures our devotion.
And what I do and what I say share so few common lines,
Burdened by what could have been, what's yours and what is mine.
I need to make this river run from shallows into deep,
Deep longing for past promises and promises to keep.
Oh, longing heart, resilient heart, persistent pounding beating,
Your passion spurs this dreamer on to endless wakeful sleeping.
Beneath the weary silences, love whispers in my ear,
This is my home, this is my heart, this is my greatest fear.
Oh the lovely distances, I watch the feathers fly,
Caught upon the breeze at last, and falling toward the sky.
©2003, Susan J. Preston
Posted by vincent at January 1, 2005 12:31 AM
This is really beautiful Susan, very poignant.
Posted by: Andrea at January 3, 2005 01:38 PM