laid to rest
in his reflection

she found her
way back home

.
.


she completes
his_story
relive
her history
two worlds deep
and
thrice as heavy

'break the recollection...'
wrote
The Nœt
in the shadow of
The Pœt

bleed the word
to live
cut the beauty
from the soul
and
hold it high

.
.


nothing ever happened
again

From the mirror-image of the title to the noetic nature of the poetic as well illustrated as expressed herein, the piece astonishes, delights, and best of all, surprises.

I cannot possibly do justice to all the treasures daily added to this board, but please know I am reading, and marveling.

Let there be no limit to the depths we fathom, the heights we soar.

You inspire me to write, myself; you challenge me to grow.

Thank you for all you give us. Fathom deep, soar high, and never stop adventuring. We are reading, always.

Thanks and love,

+Stevie

Thank you dear. It's just raw emotions. glad to be able to share them.
misty