Sunday, December 16, 2007

the late night is quiet as i sit down...to rest...to think...to reflect...
it's been a learning time for me...hard lessons - i guess the meaningful ones always are...

hands hover over keys, and words come back, fragmented and slow...but they come...

the whisper of a promise

do you see
ribbons of glass
woven with
breath...
do you hear
the beating heart,
held in time...
do you feel
the slow inhale,
and exhale
as fingers
dance over
warm vulnerability...
do you taste
eternity
in the fullness
of now...

2 comments:

alan said...

I've read much through the years...Brontes and Akhmatova, Tsvetaeva, so many others. The fantastic imagery you conjure with these few words rate with the very best of them!

Thank you for this!

alan

jl said...

alan, you how to make a girl's head spin... :)
thank-you so much for that.
j.