Softness in the folds of curled blue cloth
Gently touching were his words
Inward eyes reached below the heart
So gentle the caresses held
A depth of sublime intention that no one knows.
Enough was said.
Beyond this state
Forgetfulness will be her way for now and another day.

Frozen Castles,
mirrored streams,
icy breath and
billowing clouds,
perched high above forgotten dreams,
found in depths of tired souls,
cracked foundations
foliage bare,
to be announced another time,
repeated over and over again.
Determined footing and mossy mound,
to be found,
to be found,
as we return to melted ground.

Where does my heart lie in the valley
Where grass is as gold as sunlight
That touches my heart with soul
Where does my heart lie a memory of my youth’s dreams
Casting shadows in purple hues