Cast upon the soft wet ground,
Colored leaves lay there...
scattered all around,
Like my mixture of thoughts...
about you;

Glistening;
with reflected sunlight...

Listening...
for any sign of breath from you;

for even softest touch,
from the petals of your hand...
upon my brow,
upon my shoulder,
allowing me...
to cry...
to you;

again --

as you had done,
so many times before:

You...
contemplating ...
the rustling leaves --
my ceaseless pain,
that covered me
like drenching rain...

Until with but a word,
whispered in my ear,
and but a touch;
you held me near,
and took away
my deepest fear.

You calmed the gale;
the tempest that assaulted me;

And we set sail,
on oceans vast...

at last...

set free.

Copyright (c) Jeff Mason