Poems by Marcia A. Newton

In the quiet space between your heart and mine,
where kindness lingers and old dreams shine,
we walk apart along two patient roads,
yet carry each other like soft, unseen odes.

Time is a river, steady and wise,
it teaches the truth behind long-breathing sighs.
Though distance now dances between every day,
my faith in us never drifts far away.

For love is a lantern--small, steady, and bright,
held through the dimmest and gentlest night.
It flickers with promise, with all we've yet to be,
a vow whispered softly: you're still home to me.

This pause is a season, not the end of our art,
a kindness we give to our hopeful hearts.
And while separate paths help our spirits grow,
the roots we share are deeper than we know.

So I'll meet you again where our futures align,
at the crossing of courage and the hands of time.
Until then, my love, keep your wonder alive,
for hope is the thread by which we survive.

And when the world says, "now," with a tender sign,
I'll walk toward you,  and you'll walk toward mine.