Yield

YIELD

Across still water
I hear her voice sometimes
clear,
as a peal of bells.

All those whispering ripples
and waves we shared

the joyous ring of laugher.

Oh how the mighty are fallen
once love arrives to breach
those well built walls.

Who could resist a
dose of those lips
or,
eyes that pierce.

Searched mine so deeply
I appear naked unto the world
as they found my safe
hiding place, opened me up
exposing my soul’s sanctuary
once more to the light.

Memories appear.
Now,
turning to grey in mist
of days gone by.

Pictures frayed at the edges
will turn to sepia soon, too.

But,
she knows

Oh yes, she knows

in quietude as the
moon-whispers arrive on
wings of dawn

She knows my soul
will still yield to nought
but love.

~*~

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