The Flame

emily red shawl 1 © heather rhodes studio petronella all rights reserved.jpg

I love when
you lie fallow, too;

when your wilderness aches
to feel the footsteps of the beloved
upon its forest floors...

when the nest of you is empty;
woven with expectancy
of the mystery to come…

when you become
a parched vernal pool,
laying quietly in wait
for the gush of spring rains…

when you tenderly hold
the holiness of your question;
without want
of answer…

when the sound of your heartbeat
is consciously imperceptible...

when I am  
the flame of your candle
in the darkness...

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
model: emily