Whispers Carried In The Wind

It was the last time
she spoke of a treasured morsel
where intimacy kissed
leaving their moistened tell tale secret.

A sadness where their truth
would be pressed and dried between
embossed parchment pages.

Permission gave way to reveal
shadows veiling passions
soon to take on a different life.

No longer would tears serve to refresh
to nourish.
Just fill spill
soaking into the furrowed ground
awaiting.

She understood the depth and reach
of our hearts similarly gifted.
Aptly spoken in graceful movement
mercy guided us
piecing together the quiet
as we shared.

Sometimes
this is all we have
those times where understanding comes back
to teach us
wisdom we would not hear
before silence and separation
gave us no alternative.

Eyes closed
lips pressed together in calm
Whispers carried in the wind...
It was the last time
she spoke of
them.

SadieLu 2012

Just beautiful Sadie. It spoke to my heart..

Thank you, Ainjel. It seems we are never without this tenderness.

Sometimes
this is all we have
those times where understanding comes back
to teach us
wisdom we would not hear
before silence and separation
gave us no alternative.

The comfort of wisdom too often the only thing to ease the pain of forced learning....Stunning write!

Very nice.....

Nice

i don't know how you do it, time and time again, i just love it sadie!

Thank you, Leigh. We breathe knowing this is life's gift.

Always a treat to see you here, Thank you.

Kind your attentions, Thank you.

Knocked it out of the Ballpark!Wow!

Kevin, thank you for your encouragement.