Flighty and Free, or at Least Trying to Be!

A Twenty-Something Urbanite, with a little taste of wanderlust, who's just trying to find her way in this semi-charmed kind of life!

Thursday, October 11, 2007

My breath, gone upon a sigh
Your name, as I wake, upon my lips
A yearning in my breast
A fever in my heart
With words rarely spoken, only written
A surmising of your heart matching my heart
Day is night while night is day
Two worlds apart, an ocean between us
But you are always where I find my heart to be

by: Becky Du Poise

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