Your Shoulder

Your Shoulder

If I could close my eyes and sit

with my head resting on your shoulder

in this time and space that is ours

with only our breath

and our words to speak

or to be silent

If I could listen

beyond the chatter of thought

to the memory of your voice
as you let me linger in stillness

trusting that you are here with me

now

and I am always safe
it would no longer be 
a daydream

 Angela Minard 2015©