the edge of a leaf

my scarred heart
is becoming more whole
one drop of love
from the shell of your hands
turns scar
to sacred
has one of us changed?
it’s only the light
it’s two-thousand-and-eight
it’s the late-summer night
have you seen how my love
makes a mirror?
can you see how I see you
now?
I’m always the same
meaning always in change
and
I’m closer
and softer
and dreaming of you

© 31 Aug 2008, Heather Quinn, as hera