Another day passes as I barely blink
Time whispered in my ear, urging me to heed
I ignored its words with things less important
Now frets etched in calligraphy across my brow
Creases and hues draped over skin once smooth
Remembered hands laced with adventure and youth
Wrapped in grabbing vines of ivy
Slow turning bones that were limber and swift
I sit to accept what I see no longer is truth
Another hand beaten with time takes hold of mine
Rough skin and weathered lips pull me in close
Always knowing exactly what I need
Many rings in his limbs twisted with time gently hold
Collected faded and fallen petals of his rose
Scarred branches softly comb hair
No longer silken or braided
Looking up with a smile I see
True beauty reflected, in the eyes of my mighty Oak Tree
I now listen with intent
To the whispers of time as it blows through his leaves
Giving its song of love and devotion as a gift to me
Noellie's Place 
How absolutely lovely to meet you…what a glorious post…poignant and beautiful and deep…you are so appreciated and I look forward to a continued connection with you…you radiate such warmth and nostalgia and an ability to be in the here-and-now–while remembering the foundation upon which your worldview first interpreted things. In other words, you’re a soul after my own heart. I would have clicked “like” on your About post, but I couldn’t find it. I loved your introduction. I will be back another time…thanks for sharing 🙂
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you very much. You gave me a feel good smile for the day
LikeLiked by 1 person
Great…that means I returned the favor 🙂
LikeLike
Beautifully written piece, with such rich imagery.
LikeLiked by 1 person
A truly lovely piece.
LikeLiked by 1 person
thank you so much
LikeLiked by 1 person
There’s a mythological feel to this one.
LikeLiked by 1 person
it does a bit. I love the picture I found to go with my words.
LikeLike
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person