Dewdrops On The Grass Sparkle
Like A Rope Of Diamonds

*~Marian~

I took my breath from a breeze
on its way to somewhere-
else and could taste-
where- it- been
summer over
yonder hill next the sea
a secret cove where
mermaids swim and
no one ever sees
but their perfume
forever on the breeze

I watched my father kneel down on one knee over his parent's graves today.
      The stillness of the air
     was far greater than the few little
words that could have been spoken.
After a moment, he rose with a sigh,
wiping away several tears before
they could even leave his eyelashes.
     It was the first time I ever realized,
that one day,
  I too would be kneeling
over my parents,
devastated and speechless,
      leaving generations behind me
      with nothing more than
                   a faint
                          sigh.

gently comes the night
half light soft furnishing
comfort quiet shared
enveloping everything