Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Monday, November 14, 2005


Lifting the shadows that once
hid his face so completely from
my eyes, I'm still thankful
at what's been shown, still
struck in wonder at those
things tucked away so deep.

What longing he brings when
he glides into my vision
at night, stepping seamless
through my dreams guiding
them along the way with
his breathing
full of sleep beside me.

1 comment:

garnet david said...

Sometimes our love is more clear when we see things "tucked away so deep".