Leaves of life…spent in shadows…

Tears of rain…that never quite had a chance to fall…

Courage is her name…

She is the mirror of it all.

 

Morning drinks from her font…

A smile that brings her closer than you can feel…

Hair that blankets beauty…

Signs of love …wrinkles and all…

 

Walking over stones dreams had left…

Winding around her … in silly mazes of thoughts…

Lonely is the light of her way…each step felt…and cried…

I walk with her now.

 

Every laugh finds deeper guttural resonance… lips that mean she cares…

That tell me to hold her…follow here …no there…

My arms have to pick her up…embrace those unloved spaces…

Replace the lies … with truth…and watch her breathe.

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