Thursday, November 01, 2007

Crossing

Crossing

It is time.
My forehead brushed with kisses,
I am blessed with knowing
in a moment they will close my eyes
and cover me...send their prayers
across that soft grey wall I see now,
drifting in...I try
to form my lips into
the love words...
try...
~

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I like this one...it speaks of an important moment and yet there is no pain or fear...Z'