Kim Foyle

Losing myself…
Standing at the core of my life,
watching my past, my present converge in unity.

Steeped in exquisite reverie
Memories cascade from the depths of my being.
The air tinged with joy, remembrance, love
underlaid with raw thirst, naked hunger,

Change—new, faraway
remembered feelings.
Furnished in bareness.

I face an opening.
Walking in quiet conviction
he enters, his eyes vigilant.
Whirlwinds of emotion swirl about
a finished eternity—Wait.

Featherlight kiss of palm to face.
One tear falls, gently, hesitantly
Caressing temples to lips
hush. stay.

Chills of calm envelope me.
I surrender to his warm embrace
smiling consent—admittance to my soul.
My heart has found its purpose… Finally Believing.


Kim is a poet and writer from South Africa. She can be reached at last_lines[at]

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