Sunday, April 6, 2008

Your Spirit

You came to me last night,
I felt your touch.
I lay in my bed, alone,
but not alone.
Your spirit was with me.
You touched my heart,
I felt you in my soul.
The night was frigid,
yet warmth surrounded me.
Although a stranger,
You brought comfort
with your presence
Although foreign,
I felt fire in your touch.
You came to me last night
But not in my dreams;
I was awake.
Who are you?
Where are you?
What are you?
SLG
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