The first conscious breath
I catch up slowly to the light
Whirring that lulls me
And dulls the worry
That something isn't right
From the night before
Unable to move
I wait
...
Ah
...
This is that thought for which I wait
The lines of sun grace my shoulder like her fingers
As I revel
That words are not our fate
And pain is so weak
I rise to my feet
Head to the door
It's we that are strong
It's her I adore
Her eyes are the ocean
Her mind is a pool
Her heart is a thicket
Protecting a jewel
Intricate is her existence
Simple is mine
A lock and a key
The word to my rhyme
I find her in a plight
She lurches to speak
Yearning for calm
A hush that she seeks
Her beauty abounds
And holding to faith
I pledge her these words
"Our warmth is still safe"
We clasp our hands
With want and affection
In unspoken assurance
We gaze ahead
And live to comfort again
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
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