where then is the heart
the one who sings of love
stories still, forgotten
long lost moments of

past familiar faces
dewdrops on the lawn
brushed by tender footsteps
silent in the dawn

day breaks into dreaming
awake to linen light
dreams that danced before
now fading from the night

her memories of always
waves washed along the shore
as tides retreating carried
shells bleached by evermore

always hearts are full of
what life has come to give
through this blessed shadow
within the breath to live