Draped in garments white like snow,

looking back on words I have placed here.

a tapestry of my often tattered life unfolds,

as the sun streaked clouds of night appear,

~*~

Caught in rapturous, thundering skies,

are the mysteries within a woman's heart.

Secrets sheltered, stored under lock and key,

like a rare piece of a great artist's abstract art.

~*~

Each brush stroke blends into the next,

traces ragged edges until they are no more.

Leaving behind only the truth you now see,

mirrored images dancing across the soul's door.

~*~

Some paths I have taken lead to mistakes,

however, one does learn when they journey on.

Each step gathers wisdom entrusted in strength,

and nothing is ever lost in vain nor foregone.

~*~

Draped in garments white like snow,

looking back on words I have placed here.

Only time will tell if my touch on you befalls,

in sharing my memories, my dreams and fears.