silent moon in stunning view
will be heaven's glacier by mid afternoon
waterless breeze
upon thine face
miraculous minutes held
by GOD's sweet grace
a haunted habit so tender in its making
swollen eyes reveal a heart yet breaking
such moments cast in a silent mold
memory tells what telling needs told
all that time
so long ago
you were my love
what a revelation
to dream of...........
(written April 8,2006 2am)