It's You

November 28, 2011
You are my spot of color
You are the biscuit for my tea
You are the flower in the snow
You are bliss
And you are golden golden sunlight
You are the wake after a nightmare
You are the words in my throat
You are the cause and the reaction
You are the beads on a child’s bracelet
You are the single cloud
In an overwhelmingly blue sky
You are the muse that inspires
You are the drug that I crave
And need
And prayed for
You took my pale gaunt hand
And pulled me out of the cave
Into your arms
Into love
Into hope
Out of despair

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