Talisman

   

We could call this a moment

of heaven,

to taste,

or a gentle

talisman, to keep you safe

from harm

as you wander and roam;

we could call it  a bond

to bring you home,

a holy sanctuary’s shining touchstone,

or you alone, can call it

whatever

you choose.

It seems you have nothing

left to loose in the waning

of you.

You either do

or you don’t,

you will or won’t;

each silence, louder,

in an echoing dawn.

But everything moves closer

when it feels it

belongs, when it wants,

when it matters;

out of sight, but never mind: 
a tender calling

always resonant, and spoken,

in my guarding heart

I find.