Love lost, sacred slumber;

Dreaming solitary dreams;

In a drift of white thistled nights;

Surrounded by darkness;

Softened only by my own inner light.

Memories tormented;

Played out on a reel, segmented;

Seeing clearly but senses deadened;

Wanting to just swirl there forever;

And not wake up again.

But hope charges in on a grey mantle;

Where words of love are written;

Where all is forgiven;

Where fears become feint whispers in the wind;

No longer hidden.

Love lost, sacred slumber;

Dreams are a gift, a wonder;

A window into the soul;

To see things we need to discover;

No longer forbidden.

Sue Cartwright

Spiral Leaf