In the garden of my heart
the sun shines it’s beautiful
rays through the strands of
shadow left by the bent
branches of time’s light breeze.
And in hollow memories
there is the substance of dreams,
dreams envisioned within
a heartbeat of the Truth which
echoes through the corridors
of mortal toil and reprieve.
Only eyes which can see
notice that spirit leads the way,
only ears which can hear
listen for the angels sent to
lead us to the enlightened
trails of summer sun and
autumn breeze...
Chance plays her cards
in the midst of my way.
Another day to sit and watch
as the sun in the heaven of
my sky, turns my eyes
inward to the light of my path...
To hope that it lasts, this feeling
of youth, to hope that it turns
age to the truth of an open heart.
Too many come to live in life’s dark,
tears of sorrow drowning the
lonely soul; a chance to be
whole in the dusk of life’s years,
a wish to feel joy midst the
crying of tears that run the
ridges of our pain...and in hope
once again, we whisper - Love,
visit my shrine...allow me to feel
the real cadence of your kindred
touch...

© 2004, Deborah L. Kelly