Moments Sacred

There are moments sacred

in that predawn sanctuary of your arms

I still drift away

Serene in the ebb and flow of light.

Quiet blue eyes that see only me

And the vision is enough

Your voice as you pray.

Distant drumming thunder

I dance

Hands outstretched

Fingertips wet with remembrance of the rain.

You are love without shame.

Embrace me with weathered hands

And I am safe

Tracing scars and storylines

Little boy laughter and airplane rides

Newborn pups cupped in your palms

So many tears wiped clean

From my cheeks

When the deluge in my heart crashes through....

I find sanctuary

Iin the rise and fall of your chest

As you sleep wrapped around me

And there are moments sacred

When chaos fades

And you are all I see…