I am more than this body this skin and folded flesh I am more than these arms that have pulled and pushed that have consoled and loved lifted and reached I am more than these toes that have stood and waivered that have tripped and slid turned and walked I am more than these eyes…

    in stillness you found me in the quiet darkest moment given up last breath forgotten you held my hand and saved me I look to the sun, the sky for answers why? why do I turn instead of watching your face in the afternoon sun? thoughts diverted into chasms of sand dried up…

after the storm last raindrops cling to the soft pink rose petals I wander in the garden while the sky still rumbles and the sun peeks through the grey in the shadows and tiny mirrors I see myself upside down and smiling ~ leigh-anne fraser

only angels know the quiet and raging prayers from loss of reason ~ leigh-anne fraser

tender in pale light my heart breathes in this moment paused in the center ~ leigh-anne fraser

beginning with the subtle lift of light over the treetops I open my eyes to the light and smile ~ leigh-anne fraser

    in your company I live between breaths the space between grains of sand my body does not compare to you, silent companion, exacting, limited held down through the stones on my soul until I am released to fly once more ~ leigh-anne fraser

  hollow and endless I am looking through the hole undone and silent ~ leigh-anne fraser

  I want to remember every minute like they were snapshots placed lovingly on the pages of an old album so they become worn by thumbs turning the pages, faded by sunlight from sitting out so long on the coffee table I want to remember every breath the ones that I missed when you kissed…

we stood under silver canopy in Jupiter’s eye arm in arm the hill held us up to the sky you held my face to kiss me the world fell away there was only you only me and we floated there with the night sky for what felt like eternity we stood, you and I while…

  I have wandered in the very narrow fields stepping carelessly between the plowed rows and wild grasses turning to see the sun between the guarding trees drinking in the impossible blue I have wandered in the very narrow fields singing with abandon there, I have lost myself weaving into tomorrow the endless possibility and…

  you are like a breeze on a summer afternoon that sends me flying ~ leigh-anne fraser