Thursday, December 4, 2014

Here before


Life, a familiar echo, a hound on the porch, the sweet pull of smoke;

You say I’ve been away, and I dare must believe it;

Or how, does your hand, cause the beating, of my heart?




6 comments:

Stream Source said...

Fabulous ~

William Michaelian said...

One good tilde deserves another ~

Dino said...

very nice

William .. you are sure that the "pull of smoke" .. is sweet.

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Dino.... I am as sure as the smoke....

Lorraine Renaud said...

So beautiful, so romantic, you most love her so

William Michaelian said...

You are right, Lorraine, I must.