DEBORAH  SIMPSON  Spiritualist Author 
 
Cherish the moments

Savor the laughter

Love with pure naïve

Feel with everything you are

Touch slowly

Remember with heart

Hold on like there’s no tomorrow

Kiss every chance you get

Trace the outlines when you can

Smile through the tears

Count the stars every night

Smell the rain when it falls

Hold hands when you walk

Close your eyes and dream

Remember with graciousness

Cry tears of joy

Embrace the moments

And live to never forget

 
It Was The Wine 07/05/2010
 
I breathed of a delectable wine,
Its aroma beseeched my slumber –
I sipped of an alluring wine,
Tasted the delicacy of its chateau –

It was a precocious wine,
Its speak immersed my senses –
It was an ancient wine,
Its velvetiness enthused –

I relished a saturating wine,
A sumptuous enticement –
My blood ran captivated,
Its interminable enchantment –

Intoxication closed my eyes,
Exquisite oblivion swallowed me –
Tracings of heaven intrigued,
Beguiling magnetism enrapt my core -

I exhaled of a fascinating wine,
My breathless slumber arisen –
I savored an undeniable wine,
And summoned its delights –
 

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