I ran back again,
To gather your missing kisses, as
Suddenly the memory, wrapped
In your arms, you holding me so
Close, came like a dust storm,
Blinding my once seeing eyes.
I stumbled on, to search for you,
Becoming trapped in the folds of a
Tapestry, woven of what I wanted,
Not what I needed;
Still, I ran on.
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing