You know how it is. Sometimes we plan a trip to one place, but something takes us to another.
a cool ribbon
of crisp air to embrace me
like you used to do…
So for a moment
I am still wrapped
In your love
A warm blanket
between dreams and the
real wooden floor
where my bare feet
step lightly at 3:00 in the morning
and on this path
I can tip-toe my way
to the cool breeze and
breathe you in
just enough air to return to this life radiant
with the light by which I serve.
I am like the autumn leaves now,
As though we are all passionately
with sacred ground.
September 6, 2013 © Lynnette Bukowski
Categories: Rainy Morning Letters