A Poem by Geno Pensanti
April 19, 2013
The Foreverness of Now
The silence of night surrounds memories
Swept there so death might come upon them in time,
I move in silence hearing no spoken word.
In the attic of my mind I walk the center isle,
Beams of light dancing on the ancient floor
Promises pleading while memories beckon,
Knowing in my center soul
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