Individual Peculiarity
Perhaps,
when you are far away,
a shadow on the double edge of sense,
a faltered foot-step beyond the l fence,
then maybe, just maybe,
I will see you clearly once more
and race to meet you at the door,
throw it open and embrace
you, kiss well your fresh-found face.
Perhaps,
with the clear flow of time,
our unkind gaze will soften to old familiarity,
and find a new joy in individual peculiarity,
then maybe, hurtful dirt
will wash away in understanding
and a looser dream, expanding
before the winding whisper of love,
will seed as rain planted from above.
Perhaps-
Perhaps not.
©Wilfred John March2007
WILFRED JOHN
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