Stone on my heart, heavy
with black underneath
No notice of twilight, deep
Cold and deserved frozen complete
Hands of time, still
with experience incomplete
Sweetness unravel memories, tear
Ice and immure darkness begin to retreat
Question forms on my lips, why
within light still burns
Smell a whisper of roses, sweet
Faint movement and beat
Do I dream, now?
Do I begin to feel?
Am I awakening? Hope.
Is that gentle love that I feel?
With Light and Love, Portia SLB