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City's Gleamin Eyes (Annette Redmond Walters-Lafayette, LA)

I stride across the visibility of a city’s gleaming eyes. Out here your presence seems so meager and I have to really disconnect to feel it. If I close my eyes I can see the shadow of disappointment and my heart is almost shattered to the point of falling tears. Strong as I may be, I can’t deny the darker side that sends me sliding in between the cracks or wets my soul as I evaporate into a cloud of fire and mist. There are no presumptions here, where I feel safe. No procrastinations to make me think twice. All my fears are pushed behind and all my dreams are high above. All I see here is a gate to a path to something inconceivable. I only whisper at the lock, too numb to remember a code. All the while, pretending there is nothing beyond this safety, until you step in and show me more worth fighting for. Then, somehow, I find the courage to express my thoughts. I can show how every limb trembles in your beauty and every tear is not sadness, but gratefulness of your touch and every part of me wishes never to separate from your trust. When I am crushed, you lessen the weight of the load upon my soul. When I am down, you point to a dream soaring high above. When I am lost for words, you kiss my heart and know my truth. All my laughter is for you, all my treasures I give to you. All my love is you.  


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