Nancy’s Glance

 

 

Whispers wind and weave

Yet the winds are still

While we may weep

By love’s anguish

Soften by memory

Of a beautiful smile

A lending grace

Cherish that moment

When love reminds us all

Of simpler sounds in laughter

Time is her marathon

And she will lead

In quiet mystique

Let confusion be resolved

By her dignity; that elegance

A spiritual journey

Beckons our lives and conscience

To understand pain’s

New state of mind

 

The winds

Murmur inaudible words

In mirrors

Life remains

To forgive

That clarity obscured

Beauty is Nancy’s Glance

Her smile

Her earth now Surreal

And tears remain

Our symbolic reckoning

 

Inside that runner’s dream

Her silent sojourn begins.

 

ta

2006

 

Dedicated to the life and memory of Nancy Gee