Love's Texture

Love....the essence of the secret wish of your heart...a heart once broken, once deformed, braced and healing from the ravages of the storm, where once it was so hard to breathe, so hard to cry, too hard to try. Tracing a parallel line through the middle of your life, no known reasons, seemingly more backwards than before. You have touched the fire, braved the wind, embraced the earthen mud, been drowned in sorrows beneath the surface of the pummeling waves. Your house, your home, your heart....decimated, razed...makes way in the hazy outline of the sketch you've drawn in your mind, the one that comes to life when you breathe in color; when you breathe to life the texture in your dreams. So, you open your tightly clenched palm, concentrate to hold on to the dawn, cupping your innocence so tenderly like the butterfly that you are, vulnerable to these elements of change, fluttering, deliberate, divine. Love is the essence that is your heart...