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...