Like a Spring

Take from my hands all that I have.
Step from black alleys, crying rivers
or anything that takes your heart awry.
Weary, troubled lashes need light;
breath of unwavering, starlit spirit
to keep from tumbling into sorrow-
into the red, battered arms that took
you from this green, unencumbered
existence where only love matters.
Climb beside me, before me into the
place my soul delights and flutter free.

~

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