When The Fire Of My Tongue Is Dry Poem by Lee Mack

When The Fire Of My Tongue Is Dry

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Original 04 15 2013



When the fire of my tongue dries
Free as the first of my names
The blue of my hems twist and
The slush whitens in my eye
Wings hold me though winds die
Love falls out into spaces strung
Disallowing thrust remembered
As ones used to make you cry
We will float in faith -you and I
My heart will rejoice and
Silence will move away
To make room for our voices
Lifted from lungs that pray
Each breath taken is not our last.

Monday, April 15, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Reproduce with permission only.








Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Reproduce with permission only.
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Lee Mack

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Shelbyville Kentucky
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