Individual Peculiarity <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Perhaps, <br />when you are far away, <br />a shadow on the double edge of sense, <br />a faltered foot-step beyond the l fence, <br />then maybe, just maybe, <br />I will see you clearly once more <br />and race to meet you at the door, <br />throw it open and embrace <br />you, kiss well your fresh-found face. <br /> <br />Perhaps, <br />with the clear flow of time, <br />our unkind gaze will soften to old familiarity, <br />and find a new joy in individual peculiarity, <br />then maybe, hurtful dirt <br />will wash away in understanding <br />and a looser dream, expanding <br />before the winding whisper of love, <br />will seed as rain planted from above. <br /> <br />Perhaps- <br />Perhaps not. <br /> <br />©Wilfred John March2007<br /><br />WILFRED JOHN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/individual-peculiarity/
