Musings of a Woman

Hurtling through space we find moments of grace
in the pockets of those we love

Us heathens find hedons of zest and zeal
for life in all its golden glory

We walk through ancient sanctuaries and pray our hearts go on beating
until the red sun sets in the sky

Like stars, we flicker between certainty and the unknown
confident we are invincible and deathless

When I hold your hand in mine there is stillness, a
piercing moment of clarity:

All we have and all we are is the time set before us
we relish each ephemeral minute and become immortal