“Float-Fall in Love’s Call”, by Linda Willows

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photo by Christopher Peddecord

Float-Fall in Love’s Call

In motions deep, my limbs move to fall.
A calling, one stirred by lone notes that call.
Singing, sighing, oh with such desiring,
To rise and reach with all love’s recall.

How tender the sum of years in life’s all,
When love runs the motions, we turn in enthral.
Wondrous the weight of time and distance so small.
Oh motion, my limbs they the float-fall in love’s’ call.

© 2017 Linda Willows