When the river of words runs dry
And the sparkled silence comes.
When tender moments falter
And the green lanes shimmer
May the light of summer be held there
And carried with you
Across the histories of our truth

To the sea sanded footsteps of your shores
And may you keep it there
To light the waves of your hearts.

In the dark kindled moments before the fire sparks
Hold my warm memory in the flames of your story.
(May 2011)