the lines of a poem.

I read a familiar poem
just the other day.
the verses flowed gently
across my eyes as they swayed
over the lines and depths
of a soul set free
reaching out like a mirror
calling only to me.

once again, it drew me in
and I paused to reflect
on how it once felt
the first time of connect
and how I carry this poem
deep down in my heart
unwilling to forget
the words like an art.

painted like a landscape
across my memory it lays
this poem that I read
pulls me away
freezing my thoughts
in a dance I once knew
then like sand in my hands
the words fall straight through

and land back in their place
as it comes into view
this poem that I protect
is a faded photo of you.
so I set it back down
turn away once again
knowing I’ll still read it
every now and then.

© Copyright 2014 Melissa Leigh Clarke. All Rights Reserved. All photos © Copyright 2014 Melissa Leigh Clarke. All Rights Reserved.

About Melissa Leigh

I believe that every life is full of endless moments that help you, hurt your, change you, inspire you, and allow you to mold yourself into the best version of yourself that you can possibly be. Stories exist in all of us and need to be shared in order to grow.
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