This is a poem I wrote when I misread WayOutWalt's poem in adult. His was entitled Between your hips lie foreign lands. It is amazing how much difference one little letter makes.

Between your hips lie foreign hands
Where I have wandered oft with you
I did not see those shifting sands
Would lead you to the things you do

In a garden perfumed sweet
I felt your scent, caressed your mound
Although I fell down at your feet
I could not seek what I had found

I took it all savoured the day
Did not aspire for something more
But now my love you've gone away
To find peace on a foreign shore

Your cup of wine I drank it dry
And took my solace in your sighs
I did not know that you would fly
Away to loves from foreign skies

There was a part of you with me
Everywhere that I would roam
Now I return too late to see
The candles' gone the bird has flown

So at the window deep and dim
I sit and sing my songs of rue
But you're not here, you've gone to him
And foreign hands now hold to you

[This message has been edited by Kethry (08-04-2002 05:52 PM).]

Open the door and let your adventure begin!!!
  
    

"So at the window deep and dim
I sit and sing my songs of rue
But you're not here, you've gone to him
And foreign hands now hold to you"



(smiles) Wow, I just love this, sweet friend, this is awesome and an amazing inspiring story too, yes, one word can always make a difference indeed, this is breathtaking, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Kethry, thank youn for sharing!



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