through the looking glass mind,
(the etheric) she’ll soon peer into
with eyes so young to see that which
few will ever know, …or understand?
Will her fresh presence banish sorrow
which has lingered far too long
in this young, older man’s heart,
needlessly solo, quietly languishing for
just such a one (and only) to appear?
When I look into her eyes, sighing,
I see new, unexpected answers, …waiting,
only her heart has been given of matrix.
I wait now in hope and love of her,
to hear what’s never been heard…
…from the sweetest lips, never kissed this way.
--RK, 10:35pm, 7/2/2014
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