Her

Her

was it in that dream that wafted
through my thoughts, asleep
like a zephyr gliding over
a phantom beach
was it the radiating colors
from the crystalline sky
or was it just your voice
that held me close by

was it the simple blossoming
of the eternal rose
her beauty forever
so rich to behold
was it that moment
when all time held her breath
with only one sweet moment
of rapture's love kiss

was it just a remembrance
or was it just a note
played from the instrument
of a soul burning so
or was it your eyes
that sang with a whispered sigh
that held me so warm
from the demons that called

(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/5/2007

Life isn't measured by the number of breaths you take, but rather by that which takes your breath away

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