Debbie DrummondHay Poems

Listen to my heart
It will whisper to you in the silence
of your confusion
and invite you to come home.
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In the morning of my life I awoke and sang to the falling moon
of things that have yet to be.

In the afternoon I praised my innocence at the sun
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My heart is a red rose,
life has peeled away the petals which have dried and blown away with the wind of time.

You have reached the core,
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Seemingly enticing me to breathe
not as the crumpled soul
but as the hopeful innocent
aware, yet withdrawn,
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I feel your breath on my skin in quiet moments of solitude and thought
Your voice caresses my ears with whispers of promise yet to come
Aloneness has no place within me as I temper the heat from the warmth of your breath
My eyes close…
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Silence shatters the mist of my tears
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