Tom
The Drift Line
I can never be sure about things. Even when I am certain, I am not sure. Even when I am firm on a path, my mind wavers at each crossroad, my feet weakened to their task.
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A Testament to You (A Sweet Awakening)
My breath is still gone, having escaped my body at the very sight of you… Yes, I’m captured, bewildered, sunken in the sweet sands of adoration. I’ve fallen, softly landing on the ground at your […]
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I thought I saw a flower there… (A Poem)
Through the barren earth springs proof that destruction is but a part of creation, through the sadness of loss comes proof that love is but a footfall away…
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Smile, Please Smile
That beautiful face. I can imaging her smiling, and I can imagine my own smile in return. I can see her eyes light up with passion, and feel my own response as her full lips turn upward in the moment. I can almost hear her laugh like a song sung in forever’s chorus…
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I Always Knew You’d Come
To know you they need know nothing more than Love. Sweet, unbridled, godly Love. All they need do is feel a baby’s hand tightly squeeze their outstretched finger. All they need pray are words of selfish adoration that lifts up another’s heart. All they need do is lie still, and listen, until the words they hear all make perfect sense.
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Just Sitting Here (A Poem)
Sometimes to do our best we simply need to sit and feel…
Just Sitting Here (A Poem by Tom Grasso)
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The Nesting
Imagine I’ve carried you my entire journey, never realizing that each end removed a layer to you, the core. Imagine that each end permitted another step in a journey that led to you. You are not the destination, but the trailhead I’ve been looking for. You are not the end, you are the wonderful beginning.
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Why It Had To End (A Lover’s Lament)
I stumbled alone. I fell alone. I picked myself up alone and I suffered in complete silence. I could not let you know how much I missed you, how strongly I held onto the ideal that true love would always win and that when I could finally stand on my own again I’d see you standing there through the mist of shattered waves.
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