Life textures

I gaze at each line that graces my hands,

Tired and worn through years of use,

Like a well read book held together

By twine and love,

Trying to preserve the essence

Of life textures

Changed.

I move through pages of the past

Images and sounds bring tender smiles

Of those gone yet remembered,

And the greying faces reflected

In the hearts mirror

Held together with memories

Fresh with hope

Life goes on.

Cold winter brings about a coating on our souls,

Frozen in our spaces vying for warmth

Besides a flickering flame

And the call to a sun so far away,

Return to me dear friend and spread yourself

Into aching bones and fingers

That pen these words while watching

As each moments drips away

Like icicles on the ceiling

Melting from the warmth

From within.