SoulReserve

Words

I marvel at your words
I never thought
quite like that before,
and the little dark room
where I sit
gazing from,
a torchlight in my hand
your words
frolicking
eager in my palms,
jump up
to open windows,
doors,
and the outside
is a stretching golden field,
sunlit and warm.

© SoulReserve 2017 

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