12 Aug

By Kate Cheevers

Faint but echoing whispers
of what we’ve lost,
or could never be.
These are the sounds we hear;
they haunt our lonely dreams.

Are we broken
or merely lost?
Set adrift on a lonely sea
we fear there are no happy tomorrows.
We fear what may never be.

You told me once I am worthy.
Hard to believe,
but you say that it’s true.
For what it’s worth, I do believe.
It’s what I believe of you.

This poem was given to me (and to post here) as a birthday present from my gorgeous and talented friend, Kate.  I don’t have words for how amazing such a gift is or how much it means to me.  Thank you.

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Posted by on August 12, 2012 in Guest Poems


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