Drifting.... drifting.... drifting....
Feathery blankets softly covering my heart. Stilling the pounding there, finding peace.
The silence is deafening.... and I still hear your voice.
I taste the touch of winter, icy crystals cascading on my tongue, my eyelids, the trees, the ground.
I remember laughter and play.... and loving.
In the quiet.........I give thanks... for you, for love, for life.
Kay Ekwall©1999
Index of Poems, Songs and Short Stories