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

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