"An empty shell looking for home, she kicked off her shoes and ran-- through the desert, free and wild, like the winds."

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

My Life

You are the keeper of the breath
in my lungs which produce
the cries from the depths of
my unquieted soul
I will search for you in every star
in the moon's dull glow over the Earth
in the evenings when sea mist rises and blankets
when all is quiet I will be still
in awe of the wonder
that you loved one like me
and I am forgiven
unworthy
of such a Keeper's love

by Ashley Dodge©

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