Loss and the beauty of what was
The winds carry the haunting call of past and present
The heart beats the memory, the lament
The soul knows it is the dark and the light
The morning and the noonday gone to the journey of night
The journey of night ever in pursuit of the awakening dawn
To this our life and love belong.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Silent Night Rhythm, Watercolor, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011, www.apogeeart.com
