he hears her voice while writing verse
to formulate his rhyme
that soft and gentle sounds immerse
the words that seep to climb
as spirit are such words of love
when all that's said is true
they seep inside to rest above
and kiss like morning dew
in heaven now his words abide
all cast as works of art
for all to see but one to hide
as heaven is her heart
so hearken unto him once more
before his time is passed
for stands he soon before the door
to greater rooms at last
his words at ever present stand
where presence did caress
now letters serve as soothing hand
that love should prove no less
and should those letters lag behind
keep keen the lovers eye
place hand to heart and you will find
his writing in the sky...
~Moses
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