The grey began to fade, as the colours filled the sky. The chill began to warm, as the sun began to rise.
A lost soul found direction, as the eastern orb rose high. The dark sky turned to blue, as I thought all night of you.
Dark turned to light, grey turned to blue, lost became found, that's when I met you.
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
For Vicky.. May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
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