One Song

When the rain slips ever so quietly through my fingers

and

the green of the willow tree sings ever so gently

to a  late afternoon sun losing itself within rainbows of light,

life 

becomes a moment that is

golden in the heat of summer and lavender solitude.

I look up into aqua clouds

and think of the sea,

of iceland

where sagas are knit into sweaters from ages of the past.

And lights are woven into candles across the sky.

Hesitations

and a single breath are caught in my dreams still of you.;

Pauses arrange cobblestones within the heart of iceland

when

long ago

 you first smiled at me from  the heart of  falling snow ;

windows covered in hand made lace.

It was the first day I felt your soul

a meeting from a dream spoken long ago,

karl,

the heart of a beginning woven upon a loom;

words dreaming into silence

as

I drew your name into my soul that day

and

felt the love of snowflakes drifting across my heart.

Time only had meaning to those who rushed around the face of a clock;

their thoughts

capturing single syllable words as numbers fell through the sky.

I felt only this,

that moment when rain slips through the song of willows

and the wind holds its breath within an infinite note;

one note of music placed in front of another..

The heart feels that place of oneness

where all of life composes a symphony

One note ,

one  word placed in front of each moment of emotion

knowing somewhere you still breathe and  smile into the Icelandic wind.