Zoned by Joyce Rogers

Zoned

He takes me to zones unknown
Stirring a move in me,
By the tenderness of
His love.

Dream waters float me
Toward his horizons.
His words set on my heart
As they rise thru my veins.

He is the capital letter
At the beginning of my sentence.
The period at the end of my consonant,
But...my eyes are yet to see him.

Copyright © 2002 by Joyce Rogers

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