I look into the eyes

of vagueness

but still life and warmth of body

focusing on what we can not see

seeing beyond the blue vase with flowers

the open bible on the shelf

the bent head

cheeks wet with tears

we wait for the moment

this time is now

no more than a sigh

a step over into calm

where does it begin and where does it end

that moment when night becomes dawn

when the tide turns

and finds you

a heart open to love

cradling the passage