I am
a question mark written
on the pages of your life.
You are
a melodic song
I will hum on lonely days.
We are a question,
a melody forever playing ~
water to thirsting strangers,
food glorious to starving men.
I am a child dancing
too close to the fire.
You are a roaring flame
licking the edges of my soul.
February 2011
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