There is now and the when
we reach out and feel a cold wind,
and yet a warmth exists,
having known once before I did.
She took my heart and wrapped it in a naked palm
setting it down where I will never know,
though I will look in familiar ponds
see it floating before my eyes, a certain grace.
Oh she did teach me a beauty in passion,
where I was lost she would help me find
some natural course of life less defined
and in that brief moment of silence
I walked today to a familiar setting in wood
searching over and over again as one would.
© Scott F Savage 12/24/2020