Tuesday, August 04, 2020
Lovers ––Poem by Dorothy
Lovers
Oh, you lovers, know
that the one you hold in your arms
is not the one you are seeking.
That one is invisible,
unnamable, unknown.
She will come to you
at midnight
when you are sleeping
or else when the dawn's
first rays wreathe the hills
and mountains in garlands
of scarlet and gold.
She will touch you
in ways you never knew existed.
She will turn you alive.
Then at last
you will know what Love is
as it becomes who you are.
Dorothy Walters
August 4, 2020
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