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"No Sweeter Arms"

No sweeter arms 
   have touched my heart
   than the sound of your voice.
Surrounding me like 
   the branches of sycamore and oak.

Whose leaves descend upon me,
   whose eyes reflect upon me,
   while distant waters sing 
                 and 
   distant waters listen.

Knowingly, patiently,
   surrounding me like 
   the branches of sycamore and oak.



December 2012

 

 

 

©2012, Michael Smolens