Frozen by the shining sun, my mind is set alight by her long breaths. Liquidity. My transformation is complete as full dark slips over the world. I stare at her face, so peaceful in its repose. The ache of my love is so strong now that I fear it will wake her. My mind races across our life together, finding pain. I immerse myself in it so that it can’t defile her.
I am the night watchman.
I guard the innocent light of the day, battling darkness so that the sleeper can rest without worry. Silently waiting for the next wave of foes, I direct my gaze to the window and wait for the birds to sing.
the dusk of his life
he fades into night
who was he and what is this cost
was he really known?
it’s taken him home
my grandfather’s life is now lost
how long is the night
in which we sail away?
morning mists bring us the answer
as the sun shines on the bay
Published on
March 12, 2008 in
Poetry and Writing.
Tags: age, blue, fade, field, green, house, knolls, lives, night, page, pane, petals, Poetry, rain, souls, window.
how I long to be with you
within a field of green and blue
with tiny petals, grassy knolls
and little house to store our souls
we’ll listen to the late night rain
bouncing off our window pane
and when we fade in our old age
our lives will last upon this page