years are gathered
unto me –
til I can’t breathe
the night
or see beyond
another crimson dawn
where I have come
repenting
for days (these miles)
between
hands I know by heart
(let them pray)
for memories –
some other life
(where I have loved
you well)
where silence waits
to steal my heart
from sleep
. . .
Image: Medicine Woman Seeking Solitude, 1915, courtesy Library of Congress
So many dawns have come and gone, always the heart abides …
in places beyond the reach of time, beyond the boundary of knowing……
Hold the hands gently and accept the memories that they offer……… xo
where blessings abound……………
A beautiful lasting embrace found in your alluring words! God bless!
Thank you, Wendell. Your kindness is among the blessings I cherish most……… xo