Soft Shadows

There is a silence that hums like a well known song
when walking with a loved one down a well known road.

There is a kindness that remains mute like a pastel sunset
on a late summer night when clouds are whispers stuck gently on a dozing sky.

The familiar scent of you walking next to me, we are a family
and I can count on you, and I am there for you.

The heart has its own words, folded like soft shadows into the colours
of our souls'journey on this earth, so quiet, so strong, we hold on.

We are here, we are one, no words need to be spoken as we walk along.
You and me, us together in this simple song of a home where we belong.

Soft shadows, taking us where we need to to go, light guiding us
as we bravely stand together, closing rank on the darkness that now is far behind.

Soft shadows, soft eyes, blue and green, blending into autumn's call,
we walk, smiling towards tomorrow satisfied as the day turns to a peaceful night.


Trudi Ralston.
September 10th, 2014.
For my husband of 29 years, Michael, and for our 22 year old son, Nicholas.