Rolling mists sweep in
With the dawn, filling the air
With untold secrets.
Hiding the tears in her eyes, she smiled and looked away.
And in that smile, for the very first time, all that he could see were the walls he had once hoped she would never need to put up, and wondered how long they had actually been there without being noticed.
She sang out sweetly
And in her song I could hear
My own heart breaking
In darkness, we surrender as if by choice
To muted slumbers, in safe delight.
But it’s the tiny blackbird that finds his voice
There in the daunting dead of night.
His song cuts the silence, filling the sky
And from it, a spreading symphony is born.
Indeed, it’s the fire in your spirit which must never die,
Let it sing, like the blackbird, at each new dawn.
Qualms rise like the tide,
Disrupting peaceful waters.
Sleepless ebb and flow.
Two people talking.
A universe opening.
Time disappearing.
May that iris dance
In an endless, playful breeze
To find you, at peace.
(To fond memories of a dear friend, gone from this world but never forgotten)
TheRuthieRose 