An hourglass full of jagged sand
that only flows in spits and spurts...
life - slowly falling away
It's little things
that touch and hold
and keep the memories sharp
and so very dear...
half-a-dozen budding roses -
one blood-red, Ivory-cream-white,
lip-tinted-rose, and lil-girl-pink
all wrapped in angels-breath-of-white -
bought with the pennies saved
from being without simple things;
the melting eyes so softly gaze
and the smile - God that smile -
echoes so gently within;
the softest peach-hue of cheek
and neck, blushing lips warm and near;
up and down - flowing, floating, knowing;
each lil hair rising and falling
as the goosebumps trail
the feel of lips so soft and warm
til finding heat
and building more -
Little things that draw
the NEED to touch
be held and hold...
the 'Afters' glow,
the beauty of 'morning hair'
and half-closed eyes,
the 'redness' from five o'clock shadow
on the softest-pillow known to man,
the lingering scent that tickles soft,
the memory of YOU - imprinted - here
Life - memories of all there was
moments of images,
images of moments,
and all there could be -
I reached so far beyond anything I knew
and found the rainbow's golden dreams.
I saw with the eyes inner-sight
and caressed each strand of starlight.
I touched the cheek of heaven's face
and tasted the tears that softly leaked.
I listened as our souls embraced
and learned how to truly speak
in music that we could freely FEEL.
Little things one and all -
Life - just because.
The sands run down
the level sinks -
now the bottom glass is nearly full.
Life was treasured, measured,
held, tasted, lived, and
I was loved...