By Dave Schipper © 2007 Rose Riversongs
As the veil lifted, he wondered who would be there.
Would it be the pensive eyes,
the pursed lips
the mysterious look that he had stuck in his head?
The world is obsessed to find their slot in life.
But all he can think of is her
A gentle soul
The one that called out, and words were exchanged.
Words, yes words lined with the veil forgiveness
A natural bond to form
Or a viral
Infection to eat at the very core of life and spirit.
The face revealed is as captivating as he thought
Eyes that can melt bones
Lips with no words
A soft embrace in the silence and the heaven’s rejoiced.