Pages Yet To Be Written

Words to lips fall gently
as pen to paper emotions fill

my heart…still beats

a tender touch
does not leave me
the world
such a simple place
lingering thoughts
into daydreams
while spirits rise
watching silently
from shadows
of a widow’s walk
soaring high above
surrounded in love
and translucent light
I wander far less
in stormy nights
unfolding gently
pages yet to be written…

© 2016 Trilby