The Art of Preservation

You trickle through my thought; a soothing sigh

A gold leaf etched against the azure sky

Before it falls in soft, soundless descent

To sleep upon the grass, peaceful, content

And there you rest in strongholds of my heart

Where we will never, ever be
Apart

Miles sweep the landscape; highways, hills and trees

Nature's paintbrush creating breath-taking boundaries

But thought ignores the  visual ramparts of the flesh

As it implores;  love, loss, longing enmesh

Their tenure in the fabric of the heart

Where will never, ever be
Apart

J~