Like a wonderful secret that keeps me strong
the lilting words of a well-known song
the space of a place that is mine without fail
the billowing curve of the wind across sail
the light of the sun on a face starved for joy
the first gentle touch shared between girl and boy
the heft of the hilt in the clasp of my fist
the sensation of kisses swirled around in the mist
the promise of more to those who know lack
the mass of the load borne upon a strong back
the hope of the day in the dark of the night
the whisper of prayer in the clash of the fight
Like the reason for breath, and the shelter I've sought
Is this simple blank space that I fill with each thought
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