Eight Hours

She lives

I don’t know where

She sleeps tonight

 

Beating drum sounds

Calling sons and daughters

Down aisles true

 

Beneath footsteps

Imprinted moments

Atlantic dusk, Mediterranean dawn

 

Night shadows descend

Her smile infiltrates my mind

Her eyes penetrate my soul

 

She sings my song

I hear her wings

I hear her fall

 

Just eight is what it took

A kiss, a little touch

 

A forever memory

A forever love

 

 

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.08.23.23:33:00@AleyLebanon

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