In our past lives
We passed as ghosts,
We briefly touched,
It left a mark
Invisible upon our skin,
Burrowed deep,
It scarred our hearts
Our eyes will search
The darkest vault,
Discover stars
That doth align
They'll burn our eyes
And leave us blind
Blinding love,
Immortal sign
Stumbling forth,
We query why
Compelling love
So long, suspended
We had but to
Open our eyes
Enlightened now
Our torture,ended.
2012 © Lorna Hunter
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Added on January 15, 2012 Last Updated on January 15, 2012 Author
loisBelfast, Antrim, United KingdomAboutA little bit about me....I can no longer swing my legs back and forth when I sit on a chair at the kitchen table. I don't have to eat my vegetables, but I do because I love vegetables. I don't have to.. more..Writing
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