Behind this smile is a host of mixed emotions.
Like a scared rabbit I want to stand stock-still
In the stare of headlight-eyes.
She sits in the lamplight and
with carefully crafted quill
pens out her most precious thoughts.
She loves him still.
She drifted in with the mist
As if kissed by the air
Floating there in the half light
Blessed by time and the sight of home.