She stirs in the silence
he holds his breath
his eyes on her dear face
she mumbles and turns
limbs tangled and languid
a living memory to their loving
he wonders.. holds his breath
never leaving the sweet sight
that draws his eyes
the night draws to a close
she opens drowsy eyes
and welcomes him
into embracing arms
he sinks like a storm tossed branch
into the haven of her

Time

In a time of shadow
In a time of darkness
she patiently awaits the light
knowing that the day will soon dawn
when light will fill and soothe the aching places of her heart.

Parted they are as little children
lost and unable to weep
tired and hurting
not knowing which way to turn
looking with lacklustre eyes to the dawn

she closes her eyes,
unable to bear the pain of parting
of loss
yet knowing that all will be as it should

tiime marches on slowly
to the beat of an unheard drum
patiently she waits
garners her strength
knowing soon they will be one

© Wild Spirit