Piece by Piece…
Piece by piece Our journey realigned itself In concert with Sprightly reassurances From across a budding millpond,
Enjoining us to sing When there is no breath, To kiss with lips gilded by The dew of daysprings past, To love beyond the last heartbeat.
Moment by moment Our paths would sound The hollow depths of beginnings Reborn with the scent of meadow’s musk
And take rest together Where the pebbles begin to glisten One face-down, the other face-up, Without a blink, Until the firmament beckons the stone And the stone smiles in return.
Art: “The Tuileries” Claude Monet