Lovely, Sheila!
Stephen V
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
> for as many days as I had known, there were magnetic eyes
> that noticed every surface of this earth,
> and there was tenderness, with generous reserve,
> a painting let us think, her voice was warm like that,
> her voice brought heaven to its hush,
> no matter where I was, the beam of light was there
> so tied that I could feel a center care for me and watch
> a silver sought, a feeling that pronounced
> with kindness, and with reverence each tone,
> as perfectly as any flower brought to life
> as I was brought to life and she as parallel
> would constantly forgive while understanding,
> she would be a perfect thought.
>
> sheila e. murphy
> 3 6 07
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