the darkness of the night enfolds you
trying to hide you in its’ shadows
as i see you there within its’ curtain
answering my call to come to me
covering me soft with angel’s wings
the nights wore on and you were there
calling you in a time of urgency
the night a cover with moonbeam light
revealing the many layers of your love
transcending time’s clockwork hands
now yours’ tenderly holding onto mine
touching my fevered face and brow
distance becoming a grain of sand
the night your warm embrace
© August 2015
Renee Espriu
During the many weeks of being ill and feeling as though I were alone I believed that my mother was there with me. Odd though it may seem death is not really a separation from those we love.
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