To Where The River Flows
As the gloaming's eyes bashed
I listened for the breath of the living art
A thousand footsteps with no destination
A new parchment of another shifting
I belong with every undulations
While you are the strands of conformity
Lead me to the sun's bassinet
And I shall never cut our tethers -
A flame embraces the heart
To cloak underneath the dark
Every beat thumps an echo
Spoken with every pound
I will not let go, never again
In your company, I will divulge everything.
poem by Norman Santos
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