Turning a page,
composing one more ballad,
he the pen, she the ink,
his blade upon her flint stone,
turning darkness to dawn,
erasing every sorrow,
breathing in the roads they traveled,
exhaling what might have been,
drinking deeply from blended wine,
pressing beyond ancient archives,
the tower and the church bell,
rising above gravity’s persistent pull,
branding their names across the sky,
circled by strains of nameless understanding,
something more, something bigger
than two people in time.
The entire Universe
rested with eloquent silence
upon the precise point
where his lips touched hers.
DOROTHY BURY SHAW © 2018
Archival ink, watercolor, colored pencil, and collage elements on cotton rag paper.
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Also available in limited edition giclee prints.