May you know the sound
Of a beating pure heart
And the touch of a whisper
Like the end of a start

When silence consoles you
And tension soft trailing
A tear flowing sweetly
A doubt always failing

The rosemary thistles
Carresses of burning
The breeze gently whistles
Another day yearning

To bring into focus
That once deeply burried
The tale boldly written
Down deep with the worry

May you know the touch
Of a truth setting free
The butterfly kisses
Of a piece of the me

That couldn't get free
Until now

Until Now

© 2026 Bob Lee