 Whistler, James . Nocturne: Blue and Gold - Battersea Bridge |
Missing Mortar
I wish to read between the lines, and link with you, dear son. Like two live wires that touch, I see a spark in your eyes that ignites satisfaction while you build a bridge that takes you to your other world. May I follow? Take me, hollow, fill me with understanding as we reach the other side. I know an answer is hidden where mortar belongs-- I would know it if our connection was concrete. ©1998 Peggy Putnam Owen |