Til Death We Do part

Words waft by in the cool night air
yesterday has somehow
become my bed mate
and in the deepest space
my heart holds truth
there is a place
full of love and treasures
vignettes never fading
far from view
but as time stands still
for no one
and this life continues
to dance
like a slow step
I’ve come to know
passion as a familiar foe
with comfort all its own
restlessness and desire
purpose and intent
does unfold this notion
of a new beginning

I recall you once said…til death we do part love…

© 2013 Trilby

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