When he wove
It was kind,
Her few words upon papers underneath a sky
A space to touch Beauty..
Lived few years lesser than some,
Their visage [person, face, countenance, appearance]
Reflects the sky, sea and heart of Heaven highest;
With those woven and written,
breathe amidst cruelty and ennui..
The Spirit Whole
Leaves never, some.
October 8, 2020 at 7:13 pm