The Little Things

Look for me where stars collide, somewhere in the great divide betwixt and between the here and now and the wild blue yonder of what and how. In the tracery of the orb web spider or the bubbles in a pint of cider, for in life I took pleasure in all these things, a dragonflies flight on gossamer wings. The softness of a blossoms fall, this and more would hold me in thrall. The tender crunch of fresh fallen snow, a morning walk to the call of the crow. Hoar frost fringed on a holly leaf, the happiness felt when you've known only grief. Look for me in all these things, when the lark ascends or church bell rings. For there I'll be in each simple pleasure, the wonders that abound are life's own treasure. And, in that still, small moment, when you close your eyes, think only of this, true love never dies.