Drifting

Drifting....
drifting....
drifting....

Feathery blankets
softly covering my heart.
Stilling the pounding there,
finding peace.

The silence is deafening....
and I still hear your voice.

I taste the touch of winter,
icy crystals cascading on my tongue,
my eyelids, the trees, the ground.

I remember laughter and play....
and loving.

In the quiet.........I give thanks...
for you, for love, for life.