When my breath halts and suspends from flight
I feel a remembrance of love’s sweet night
All cares remain and resist moments’ gain
As the imprisoned holds onto long lost refrain.
Only to know that it can be set free
I touch the soft inner core tenderly
This is a sign, a whisper to self
Let the dream go, let it fly away in stealth.
The winds stir my soul and heartbeat anew
Captured no longer by last, past or future cue.
What heaven to meet where all crosses greet
In the singular place of Loves’ deepest feat.
©2011 Linda Willows