World Apart

Yesterday's fussings gently tucked away
Each one was grazed upon before wrapping
Some thorns pricked the eyes to tears
Water from the soul did fall upon the packages

Each drop seared and sealed the pages of tissue
Gossamer threads had sewn the seams
Only an angel could have done such stitching
Time now to close up the keepsake box

Taming the swell of emotional storm
Hearing a gentle voice that isn't there
In the heart the longing will cease
Soon my love, soon

G.R. Hambley
August 24 2013

Yes I meant to use the word "grazed" and did not typo.