The Heart Remembers

Just at sunset
Does your busy day
Suddenly fall silent
And remember?

Does the rising night
Make you ready
For seeing that face again,
Feeling that touch?

Let the sunset
Do its magic.
Invite the rising night
To case its dream.

Have we not said
A thousand times and more
That we are the richest
When the heart remembers?



by Sascha Wagner Des Moines, IA (Perhaps through Compassionate Friends)


I found this lovely, haunting poem during my first
month on the internet, in 1998. If only I
knew how to find Sascha, I would
thank her, and tell her how
much we care.