2.12.2008

missed messages

Slow down he whispered, or you’ll miss them
Miss what? She queried barely slowing her step
Miss the messages I’ve left for you
In this morning’s dew that clung to your feet,
In the soft breeze that disheveled your hair,
In the late afternoon sun that melted over the horizon,
In the gently moon that hangs patiently in the midnight sky
Slow down he whispered, or you’ll miss them