Smiles and Whispers

Image by J. Larkin Burns

A passage way ~ a resting place 

So many things it can be

A shelter from the storm

Our place to talk and dream

Our fingers trace the sandstone ~ laid so long ago

As smiles and whispers catch the wind

A vestibule to now ~ to the reaching back
May it be our homing
 Always return ~ to reaffirm
The smiles and whispers of our love