Warm Upon My Skin

The silk against my body so warm
My heart in pieces my soul is still torn
Yet in the sunlights distant haze
I search for an end to this lasting maze

The sutle pink sky warm upon my skin
Then i realise that this is everything
The sun the rain the grass upon my weary feet
I have a heart and still it sings to the beats

We search and maybe never find
But be true to yourself and stay kind
We dont need money or material things
Just a soul and heart and life continues the song it sings

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2 Responses Sep 20, 2012

oops, i wanted to start my answer with, nice.....
sorry, my bad.

nice.... you do have a way with words.
love your style. you speak from your heart and soul. this poem is only the vehicle in which you convey it.