Waking within the Heartpath
27 September 2015
You combed soft my hair
Strand by strand separating
The old from the new
Some had grown new roots
Some lay on brink of falling
But all you caressed
Weary from the day
I put my head on your lap
We breathed in the night
The touch of your palm
A cool presence on my brow
Prelude to kisses
The Heart to Heart spoke
In recognition of bond
Blessed Eternity
From disturbed slumber
Waking within the Heartpath
Experience bliss
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