“In the tug and pull of desire’s grip I unravel
Tattered shreds of a once regal robe fall away
Nothing comes….nothing

I ride out the battle with time and breath
time and breath
time and breath

Acceptance breezes in (crafty sage that she is)
Wraps this heart in sumptuous golden silk
Warms this heart to a trusting stillness, then

Leaves a knowing kiss upon this slowly smoothing brow.”

~ Donna Sherman