Are we simply impressions in the sand of space-time,

Relinquishing our palor like the leaves laid bare before winter’s breath?

The future of our corporeal life is to be  destined to rest in the folds of the sweeping skirts of earth mantle.

Love interwoven, the relational liminal ground that we create with our lives, is what sustains us in its memory through eternity.

© M. G. Iannucci 2016

7 thoughts on “Impressions

Comments are closed.