Golden thoughts of you
sail
on a hush
of the languid tide
in my restless, sepia heart.
The stark solitude of
your empty chair
screams ~
your absence, lamented.
Yet, I feel you ~
tendrils of your spirit
flutter,
like the casings of dandelion seeds.
The grain of your existence,
has melted into mine,
has melted
into the very grain of
your empty chair.
image credit: DeviantART
poetry: copyright Roxanne Galpin
This means challenging my self to compassionate, encouraging, genuine and hostile-free exchanges. It also means contemplating my reaction to the thoughts, feelings and expressions of others, prior to acting upon them. 
