Ripples of Love

Ripples of Love. And can this love, be touched and truly worn? Wrapped around loosely, To Hang gently, Over fragile flesh and bone. A comfort from the cold of night, A shield from the piercing sun, And can this love be found in Time and Space?, In the hours and seconds, as they slowly fade? And when, A man’s Earthly strength starts to fail, And the Beauty which an artist can hardly bear , Ever so slowly starts to fade, One color at a time, Melting rainbows Falling from the sky, Into, Empty out stretched longing Hands. John Roberts