I can paint a picture
where I wish to dwell.
Let it raise me so softly
where sweet mountains
surround me
and angels keep me safe.
Endless twilight
and never ending stars.
My soul takes flight
this heart of mine
suspended in ecstasy.
I take tired solace
where the bells toll
and pray the one I love
surpasses death and time.
There has been significance
in each other.
My heart cries and lingers
in the memories.
I have forgotten to live.
My immortality is my heart
It’s all I have left.
copyright Es-tee Miller
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
Rumi
My dear girl, what sweet and heart rendering prose you create.
Sweet words graced with love, thank you Estee for sharing.