Mining Time

The thought

of you

holding

the quill

penetrating

the thin air

of a long afternoon

. . . 

Another year

Another layer

of remembering

. . .

Sweet

tears dripping

from the tip

slowly

absorbed by

the papyrus

. . .

I kiss

your wet

shadow

on this particular

day wishing

more will

be

born

out of

Love

!

+

z.z. 2005