By J. Lynne Moore

A shoulder of stone,
Beneath my head,
Upon which…
My fears I shed.

A moment of surrender,
In a gentle embrace.
Eyes closed soft,
I bury my face.

A dream still held,
In the lone shadows of night;
Stone shoulders to share,
The perils of mortal flight.

A tattered yoke laden,
With the burdens of life.
I carry it solo…
I’m no longer a wife.

© 2016 -2018 Cashmere /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

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