Morning Fog
Fog withers away as the sunlight streaks across the horizon.
It is as if it is dying , like a flower with no water.
It just suffers the slow and painless death as it becomes invisible.
It is created, just as it is destroyed, in its disappearing act.
-Devin Yarnell- Copyright (officially) 2001
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- To the girl, the woman, the friend that became my wife.-
In My Heart
Rosy cheeks, an eternal blush.
Through my heart the blood flows rushed.
In the air, a slight of heart,
In the sky, blue flies apart.
In darkness and in eve...all but calm,
Even there, your eyes sing psalm.
For in this hour and for a moment,
Your eyes met mine and your heart touched sour.
I love you my lady, like a budding flower.
Late to bed, early to rise.
Always I think of you, with a twinkle in my eyes.
All through my work, and in my sleep,
You're in my heart
And there you I'll keep.
Forever apart, and always together
My love flies to you on a floating feather.
I'll see you soon I hope...
For the sight of you, will make life all the better.
-Devin Yarnell- Copyright (officially) 2003
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