If I were to pick up where I left off

It would require such beauty

As would be so improbable

As to discredit its probability entirely.

A level of involvement ensued

Where every day the main objective

Was to make her happy -

To see contentment enter her eyes -

(with) her laugh of approval

And the gentle touch of pure femininity

As she recounted the past & future events

Of our children.

A place where the extravagant efforts

In the business world, could be suspended.

A place where the battery of the soul

Is patiently & completely recharged.

We walked the most beautiful trails

And danced in the opera house lobby

As if the essence of youth

Would never diminish.

Afternoon left us alone

Separated from the world -

Under the shade of redwoods

High atop the mountain

A plateau above the bay

And our lives in full bloom.

There are no ghosts.

There are angels.

They exist in our mind & imagination -

Able to be summoned

Under desperate circumstances

If approached with genuine compassion.