Is There a Word?

by Linda Jenkinson |

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Is there a word as yet
Unknown,
That precisely measures all I feel?

Is there a phrase as yet
Unturned,
That can separate and categorize
And make this dream seem real?

Is there a note as yet
Unsung,
By bird or violin
That could be voiced
To define the point
Where feelings do begin?

Is there a touch as yet
Unfelt,
That cools in fire and warms in snow?
A steady hand to hold me fast
In sweet streams where feelings flow?

Is peace to be found in passion,
Serenity where thought and sensation unite?
Beginning as two,
Now coupled as one.
Darkness to dawn.
Day to twilight.


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