The Heart's Woven Web

Sometimes there are no words to speak

I can see your tear-drops fall

Like rain in the mellow mist

I can feel your heart as it beats

I can see your smile paint the northern sky

I can reach out and touch your trembling hand

 I can see within the shadows on the wall

And know that peace fills your entire being

And the moondrops that dance around your bed

Paint a picture of light and warmth

I can listen to the falling leaves and the whistling wind

And still hear the faintest cry uttered from your lips

To know that you are feeling

To see that you need human touch

To understand when in the quiet of tomorrow

You can rest and find the answers searched

To reconcile within the recesses of your inner soul

And know that there is always a brighter tomorrow

Laughter combined with the faintest tint of wine

Runs over like a river of happiness

And sets your soul free to listen and observe....

 All of this because your soul is knit like a spider's web

With strands of silk so tightly woven

And strengthens with the hands of time.

Hands clasping hands, hearts touching hearts

 Forever in the reality of the unknown

And yet able to withstand the harshest of winter's chilly wind.