Reconciled
Rock-dashed the prey of storm-laden weather,
matchstick flotilla of dreams,
shore-tossed and broke, reassembled together,
emotions resolved not to die.
All that is well, ending well in conclusion,
healed in the moon-salving beams,
hand within hand, eye to eye fusion,
synchronised breath in a sigh.
Hourglass sands sited shifting and falling,
grain-spillage golden and bright,
keepsakes of times when time had quit stalling,
inclement weather turned mild.
Children and chances, futures inviting,
tunnels were flooded with light,
nourished on love, intense and exciting,
together the hearts reconciled.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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