Tuesday, January 12, 2016

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Annie Louise Twitchell

Home is here in your embrace,
where the wild crashing waves
fade away into quiet and calm;
where the turmoil and wildness
softens into the curve of your lips
as you whisper my name to me.

Where the wild crashing waves
threaten to drive me under the
foamy pressure of the ocean,
your arms are steady and calm
to hold me, protect me, love me.
Home is here in your embrace.

Threatening to drown me under
the weight of living, this world
tries to tear from my grasp the
one thing that I will not let go;
the feel of your hand on mine,
the unspoken promise of a red rose.


Copyright 2016 by Annie Louise Twitchell