by Butterfly 7

Such a jaded, cold winter day.
Tattered and worn from the brisk winds
Only a shell of what used to be
Results of long harsh seasons
Eyes dim from a weary soul
What ever happened to that glowing fire?
Blown out by many a passing travelers
As I lay, waiting for my spirit to descend
I feel a warmth upon my dry brittle face
A stroke of tenderness across my hair
Reveals a battered and bruised face
I was afraid for I knew not this one
……but he knew me
from a time long ago
his nurturing caress 
resurrecting memories I once knew
he mended my wounds so effortlessly
restoring the light to my soul
rejuvenated by words of life and purpose
I never saw his face
Remember only his voice
A kind voice, so tender and sweet
As the nectar of forbidden fruit
I asked his name?
He paused only to say…….LOVE

RQ by Butterfly 7

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