To be...

HE touched me, so I live to know

That such a day, permitted so,

I groped upon his breast.

It was a boundless place to me,

And silenced, as the awful sea

Puts minor streams to rest.

And now, I ’m different from before,

As if I breathed superior air,

Or brushed a royal gown;

My feet, too, that had wandered so,

My gypsy face transfigured now

To tenderer renown.

3 Comments...not Spam-ments.:

Roch101 said...

Very nice!

FunkyLoona said...

I'm way too obscure sometimes, I know. That was by Emily Dickinson, one of my favorite poets. Kind of a dreamy little piece isn't it? =)

Anonymous said...

This poem seems to reach out and touch anothers soul. ;~)

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