Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm > Writing | WritersCafe.org

Without seeing the dust there on his book or pages not touched by his hand

Can this serenity save me from dying as just a voice....................

Love speaks to the ocean of hearts she has touched................

I am mellow with my wounds here in your trust................

I want to still hear your voice echoing against my skin................

Delicate nets collect on sailing clouds of violet mist, while red leaves twist and spin in turn............

When we write about each other in the heat of anger our words are forever. How do you wish to be remembered?

A new tear parted last night from an ocean of eternity...................

All my secrets lie in Greece, where my gaze rests on soulful eyes.................

I am the next full moon and I have chosen you....................