if only for the briefest
of moments
‘tween dropped notes
of casual exchange
arises a verse
brought to your lips
its tone
come forth unbidden
no longer veiled within
tangles of rhyme
freed then I would be
to recite mine own
verse of love
liberating my fore silent lips
could heavens glimpse
then await our sight
if only you should
respond yea to the query
resting still ever patient
within my Heart.
~S. Brodbeck 2022
Into the Mystic 
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