Our Song
There is a place I go when I think of you
© Linda Beth
blissfully still though the air moves around us
like a breathing of hope long lived in our hearts.
Life wich was severed by blade as body could not
be denied or hidden in night.
The dark reddened blackness once hollowed me out
now taking in light & laughter brings joy.
The place is reunion of spirit
parting unwilling,mysteriously knowing we belong
in fulfillment of oneness.
I still hear the songs I sang to my belly
in the place I go when I think of you.