A Short Thought On Long Days
a short thought on long days
april fool
fool me no more!
i have walked the borderlines of death
with a grey cat and a blond child,
neither of whom were acquainted to me.
my gift from that almost path,
clarity.
time flashes past me
as a comet breaching the sun
i can not grasp its effervescing tail;
too slow in thought and deed now
yet i see everything.
please take me with you!
I squirrel every thing that is precious
memories, sights and sounds especially
the chime of a child's laughter.
the scent, like incense, of a cedar forest
after an easy spring rain.
the rise of the lark, heaven to fading ears.
above all else,
my lover’s first tentative touch,
the warmth of breath thrills past my ear
carrying, I love you, on soft lips.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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