3.06.2007

Listening to Kashmir. Monday.

"Let the sun beat down upon my face,
the stars to fill my dreams,"
where a woman walks whom I've not seen
much, though I'll always wish her face
was near

my own. Oh, LORD, be my guide
into the evening hours as skies now darken,
lights fill windows, and beggars hearken,
to tonight's new dwelling place to hide
in fear.

--
revised from the Jan 23 post.

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