Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Mist gathers together
along distant paths.
Forming a brides veil
before your face -
wet with recent birth.

She hovers around
your tierd body,
brushing her pale fingers
against your frozen skin.

A mother's joy is in
her face -
hope is her breath.
 
This template is called "shattered pieces of my soul", a modification of "The Light : The Sound". (c) 2005 Daniel Josph Xhan. Use and modify at your own discretion.