The years wear hard
a subtle shaping
of winded word and salt tear
on the stone artifacts of time and memory. 
I watch the tired sweep of your crafted hands 
Even as your eyes pool before me. 
I watch and want to draw for you 
the intricacy of need that 
has brought us to this moment. 
I want to remind you 
how light loves 
the resolve exposed within 
the lean lines of your denuded smile 
I want to show you that 
your tenderness is carried 
ever in the beauty of your unique silhouette 
curved perfectly against a dreamer’s sky 

Take heart dear one 
The world will wear away 
all crumbling artifice of past 
What remains will gracefully, 
defy dissolution.

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