Absence is a gentle healer,
Erasing anguish with spent time.
Blows of inflicted suffering
Become absorbed in subtle grace,
And souls move on to renewal.
Lest safety become too assured,
Unexpected pains reappear;
Stabbing hard at a tender heart;
Confronting what was deemed long gone.
Shaped by a familiarity
The mind drifts to happier days;
Testaments of love forgotten.
Constant thought during sleepless nights
Finds lost moments that once sprung forth.
Remembrance leaves clouded visions.
Copyright SGW 2005
Saturday, August 13, 2005