Notes

The notes that we sent
Written from the heart
Furnished with concern
Seasoned into art.

Though you travelled far
I held to the mast
Reaching for a sign
To lighten the past.

Many are the days
Where darkness has sprung
Yet light finds a way
Loosening the tongue.

Reading between lines
Pictures take shape
Layered in colour
Old pages escape.

Memories burn bright
Spelling a new world
Inscribed in the chant
Oh open unfurled.

Lying face to face
A whisper of words
The book comes alive
Daylight thrills the birds.

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