Love In The
Moving through the
A soft whisper through the trees,
Floating through space, trying to find a resting-place.
My body pained to reach you,
To become you
In search of you
As in dreams I do.
Moving through the night, a soft whisper through
space, trying to find a resting-place.
I'm meeting my love, in the garden.
As our skin greet,
we descend to earth's floor
Claiming love's solution over and over and over
Until the dawn.
&endash; Izera White
©2002 Izera White Warrior
Izera is a native Texan. In real life she is a full time dreamer with
a Bachelor's Degree in Sociology. Active in her local church as a
Women's Church School teacher and the educational board ministries.
She enjoys reading, writing, vintage black and white and sci-fi
movies, walks in the park, travel and a very little golf.
Her column "Expressions" highlights her personal poetry
collection, as well as a variety of favorites by other artist. To
submit comments about her work write to firstname.lastname@example.org.
The opinions expressed here are not necessarily those
of GriffinDesigns or TheBlackMarket.com.
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