Beloved

[Guest guest]

Eventide, a long repast awaits

to see,, to know,, to feel,

your breath upon my brow,

and gentle comfort unravel

the knotted skein of sorrow there.

My face seeks your hand

and the touch that

knows my heart so well.

On dawns vermilion breeze

your scent arrives

and lifts my eyes to

skies that shine with early stars,

and there as One give voice to

love's eternal song

in perfect silence.

 

 

 

Mace