In The Smallest Of Things

when chapters become books, and passion becomes love... written in hours and minutes, in days and weeks... and weeks become months, and months become years... footsteps woven into one. days of work for nights of small things... food, fire, children, good books and good wine... quiet words spoken, falling like leaves, the candle lit by touching in the darkest hours... do we forget, do we lose memory, do thoughts become echoes. bricks laid by sweat and toil are lost in the wall... need becomes distance, and curtains fall..... you stare at the body, as if some stranger... and a lifetime given like tiny shards of light, nails covered with rust, the spider's web empty. only the trees know, mountains, and lost caves. raindrops falling, and moonlight never named. the dog barking in the night, you think for no reason... ah! but love testifies, in the smallest of things!