A lifetime

     One writing on a wall
can hold great wisdom to only
those who can open with a key.
In the distant layers of skin and
emotion hides this blissful
picture. And as the eyes behold,
the breath is stilled.

    Can you not gain a knowledge
of such distinct abrasions? The
mind assaults in ways the
heart can only thunder.

     And as I carry your name
the silence echoes to the
dungeons of my bones.

    This tried recollection of visions
are not bound just to my waking
moments. They press into me at
my most darkest seconds. Yet they
bring light in the hardest of hours.

     How can I not be grateful for
slices of stories? Glimpses of time
spread across a lifetime? This is
how I lean into the early morn dew.

    As such is necessary to hold
dear to that of grinning tears
For the understanding of gracious
tendril of time.

     In truth, I daresay, one stanza
demands more than a lifetime.
As thoughts could carry from
one year to another. Indeed a
fine example of how to cling
to hope. Listen to love of the
wind. And say "aye" to the depth
of a connection. Never torn.

    Stitched across grains.