Only in the gentle midst
Of sacred gather in such mists,
would I come to find the hush
that follows love’s first sacred rush.
That and all born tender such
as Heaven finds my Heart’s love’s touch,
is wondrous, kind and dear to the tips
of Soul, met parts, of this Heart, when kissed.
©2012 Linda Willows, republished 2014
Photograph by Esteban Rios