Published by Torry Crass on


The words flow
as hard as mahogany.
The strife of how to say
what needs to be said;
to tell you what's on my mind
without speaking.
All through the memory
of your eyes embrace,
as though I could still see
and touch your face.

Imagining you.

I walk a staircase of thoughts
to your mind;
paying penance
to the patience
of desire to know
that we'll meet again
and leave it all behind.

Feeling you.

One more song
writes notes across my heart,
another melody whispers
kisses through the air
and here I am,
holding precious art.



January 26th 2012


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