Wednesday, August 4, 2010

EARLY

The setting of the sun
inside my body is slow,
though not imperceptibly so.

Dream water leaks
from what I think
I mean by "early".

Now is here and
here is now and
heaven is at hand.
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  1. chubbie bubblesSeptember 18, 2010 at 8:34 PM

    I love this poem. I think of it often, especially the first sentence. Such beautiful alliteration.
    ~your great niece brittany (emphasis on the great!)

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  2. Dean FaulwellJanuary 24, 2011 at 12:26 PM

    Thanks, Brittany. And I always place emphasis on the great when I think of you.

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