The void in my heart
As you grew in grief
You dreamed me
For I surely
Had no substance
Not a morsel of joy
Til you enveloped me
In the compass of your heart
And set forth
I clinging to your drift as
Stubborn snow will keen
Impossible they said
Until seeing with their own eyes
Things previously disbelieved
I had never believed
Until you lifted me from obscurity
And touching my chin
The unsaid hurt
Resting on my breastbone
Like a wounded bird
You reached in and
Struck the match
And I glowed
With your regard
32 thoughts on “The compass of your heart”
God damn this is gorgeous. ❤
Living unseen, invisible
Like a phantom or
And then, the impossible
No, it cannot be (can it?)
Such a thing to believe
Daring to believe
One comes who does
Penetrate the shroud
Gives substance to the phantom
Sees, and seeing, loves
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TheFeatheredSleep – Unseen, then seen
Of YOUR heart … ❤️
Sigh . . . That is simply beautiful.
ohmygoodness Candice!! This is gorgeous. I know I always say that… but it IS! 💕
You do this so many times … from your first line claim my mind.
Love can fulfil – but you were never empty
Beautiful and such lovely words of being enveloped in ones heart.
Thank you so very very much!
I love this response. I am so grateful to you my friend
Dearest Karen thank you so much my friend
Thank you so much my Brother
“I glowed with your regard” Such an uplifting line, Candice. Simply beautiful, my dear! ❤
So, ever so, glad you like it.
BTW, the comment poems collection is now at 60. Thank you for pushing me a bit on that. ❤
The ending is beautiful I loved the whole thing
Amazing! ❤ so beautiful!
No, I haven’t received anything regarding SMITTEN.
Thank you so much!
thank you so much! I really appreciate that!
Ah. If I do one good thing it is to remind you of your worth
Thank you so much beauty! Are you on the email list for SMITTEN updates? If not LMK so I can send you the update I just sent out xo
I love you Peter.
i hold you in my heart …
I feel extremely lucky to have met you. I wish we always knew each other and were neighbors.
K I’ll resend separately tomorrow am lovely
… we always have … this is the hedgerow were there are hours of conversation.
Thank you so very much Adele xo
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