Sunday, 9 May 2010

Missing Ounce

Somehow
In the brilliance of Love
I never feel the moments
That I grew

It is in its grief
In the aching hole
Of absence
That I realise

As I surrender
To the preciousness
Of every missing ounce
And inch of stretch.

2 comments:

Gillette said...

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Thanks.

(word verification: "boolit" :)

SisterJulia said...

:)

Love Mmmmmmmmmms!

Thank you Gillette