Echoes and the Rain II

In this forest dark return
feet cold and bare
treading leaves
made wet
by the passing storm

to trace the footsteps
of the years
embrace a knowing
evident
in these tears

One place of stillness
that we found
rights of passage
making holy
this ground

Your eyes see through
and strip me bare
our breath
as one
in this morning air

With a whisper
falling to my knees
a covenant with you
in this church
of trees

And this prayer we speak
has turned to sighs
as we perceive
the soul
through each other's eyes

One touch
and it is known
two children again
finding comfort
reaching... home.

~ Leila Aster