From the moment your skin print,
Pressed its character upon mine..
I came to terms with the language,
Of your hearts course of nature..
Unidentifiable from any other,
Moral threads… Yarned in my past…
Suddenly, all the faceless names were,
Left branded ~ To a walk in the dark…
And it was you… That brought my,
Missing slumbers… To their quiet rest..
And gave the clouds another form,
Then a subdued dust in my head..
And after all the time ever since,
And even now while you are away.
Your heart has left mine with an impression
Of your design of softness ~ Still climbing..
© 2016, John (Rick) Boyle. All rights reserved.