Friday, August 26, 2011

Mere Observances



Moments are craftsmen of triumph or shame
I love the moment when I whisper your name

Memories are the fruits of victory or defeat
I have tasted both; both bittersweet

Heartache fills acres without leaving a mark
Heaven spills softly in your kiss in the dark

J~

No comments:

Post a Comment

I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!