Wrinkles are written as I touch and flow.
Furrows formed beneath the weight of grief,
strike history’s story for all to see.
Joy’s most gracious glow
leaves marks upon my glass.
As I lift life’s frothy splash to cheer vitality!
Memories mark my journey’s vibrant song.
Spirit slips within,
unseen and smooth as glass.
Life’s electricity vibrates the humming strings,
tuning orchestra’s ode
to the fullness of beauty’s hope.
Community mixes fine,
the curious blend of travellers dreams.
Hearts alive are free to dance –
intoxicated within encounter’s spice,
blending heart and spirit
marking harmony’s face around my eyes.
So now I wear my journey,
as nature’s tattoo etched on skin.
I watch with growing wonder,
– the grace that flows around.
Delicate ink scribes this moment’s time.
Moments write my story,
smoothing pain’s erosion in the balm of Life.
Forgiving opens windows,
renewing soul’s elasticity.
Silken caresses soften skin,
releasing eternity’s peace,
and may face is free!
Author – Bill Tidsbury