Revealing

It’s raining
but I’ll never curse
its touch

Time plucks
a memory from
the tender bed
where it had lain
sleeping

…forgotten.

Maybe it was
too far to go
too much to bear
too much to lose

to cross an ocean
when
a letter is
a bridge of thought
over water as soft
as this to float
a memory of
spiritual connection.

In love or friendship
the depth of what
matters most

is in revealing the
beauty of a soul.

~*~

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles