Hand on Heart

Forward we walked
Into the dappled strewn path
The sun, merry thing...peeking
out from above
Where trees dipped and
swayed
Seeming happy enough

And so forward we walked
And so talked, as we walked
Down through the dips and the
curves and the rise

Up to the meadowland's beauty
and rolling
Where posies arose
To hold up a blue sky

And not one of us minding that
two of us lived
The other a memory of love

And so forward we walked and
still,
Talked as we walked
For who treading earth can say
true, hand on heart
Which is delusion or truth or the
lie

M P 9/1/22