©Our Shadows Blend
Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™
All Rights Reserved
Every house has its secrets.
Weeping brings no solace;
Anger only increases pain's life.
Fortunately our shadows blend.
Walking beyond my legs,
Solo, beyond firm ground, sometimes
Aimlessly, but always pulled home to you where
Saturday falls asleep on Sunday.
At the edge of laughter there's
A handful of roses for me;
Between play and cuddling,
We do not need paradise
For all we have each other.
Every secret is its own personal validity.