Impressions my bed brings, tugs within my heart,
Weighted footprints upon the sand, crinkled, underfoot
Scuttering to and fro, (as if intuned, together, with my heart)
Does its’ pincers clutch, at once what was within its’ path
Mirror-imaged, engravened upon my heart, and now
Impressed towards this bed.
Impressions marked, deep within my breast, now goes to rest
Upon this my bed, takes flight, with Loves’ Life dream.
To live, be loved, eternally impressed.
Impressions held deep within, soars as Love eternal true
Pure as Virgins’ Royal birth, are held so, for your return
this mortal birth.
© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2012