in dreams deeply folded in bouquets of light
she whispered her Heart of the secrets that poured,
a weeping and misting of Souls’ journey fore…
all wind and reline; veils fall shining bright…
in the white voes of promise, full given; Soul bore,
even pearls to night’s passing leave trace in Hearts’ core.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Kemil Kemal