Even the strongest wind, will lose velocity
while finding a settling wood,
a maze of decisive divide,
an allowance of a quiet weakness
then the silence does remain.
I walked out the door in evening,
a soft blanket of winter
seems our routine these days
to see the world in serene sky
the soft garment an icy remain.
I want to reach out and touch
the sky, the earth, the sunlight
the beauty of her elegance,
will always be my first thought,
long days of thought remain.
While distance does a quiet dance
we are humane, love will still remain.
apersonaljourney - stories of love 