When we are walking,
hand in hand
across the shore.
An embrace, a fleeting kiss,
and maybe more.
When we are talking,
silence to sound.
Words are lost,
and words are found.
Did you see what I saw?
Pure, refined,
elegant and raw?
It was Capella the Star,
twinkling to us from afar.
Keeping her doors open -
wide ajar.
There in the dark,
an abounding spark.
6 December 2004
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Justine Knolle.
Published on e-Stories.org on 20.01.2005.
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