What Do You Do
The sinking of never-
the starting of ever-
wakens the knowing
uniting forever.
The moment of merging-
instantly surging-
lights up the laughter
igniting the urging.
A splice of sweet time-
surrounded by chimes-
echoes the evening
in ripples of wine.
Joy Weare.
23rd July, 2007.
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