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 the 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,
quietly defy dissolution.
