23
is passed
from your
bones, you break and
ache for
home.
The weeping
heart
of broken promise, dreams
from which you’ve
woke.
The weight of
soul and spark of
spirit, the age of
love and time’s
soft
steps; you count and
only ever
guess.
Oh, to see a face of
knowing, patience,
safety in this
life;
to know oneself and
trust and
turn
to sunlight as
one’s
friend!
The face of
time, the elder’s dimpled
cheeks upon smiling;
breaking forth
a visage
joyful and
serene!