Looking near at the view of one,
you would not know at all
that worlds have crashed around her Sun,
though her face hides all from the falls.
When did I find that eternal smile
and trust until the pure could not dare.
I believed all the whispers of Love’s beguile,
to paint the taste that All was still there.
Love at first sight in the good of intent
without filter that gives innocence pause.
Let heart’s wisdom find each prayer sent,
lest life stun; bear false sun or feign claws.
Folded new into life’s grit and grace;
warms peaceful living with joy in the find.
I proudly march along with truth sliced on my face
no longer smiles frozen in time.
©2012 Linda Willows
(photo credit: Carla Mascaro)