Love, Fog And Tears

Sometimes love

Is like carrying fog

In the palms of your hands,

It seems to be there,

But you can’t close

Your fingers on it,

You can’t grasp it,

Squeeze it,

Trying too hard

To catch it or contain it

Ends up in tear shaped drops

Of water.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

1:50 PM August 20, 2015

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