Thursday, 6 September 2012

Love- Reposted from 2009

Before I was I
As I sit across the room and watch you as you sleep.
I notice that, you carry the weight of your years on your shoulders like an old heavy trench coat.
The burden you have carried for so long diminishing the body but not the soul.


As I sit across the room and watch you as you sleep.
I see time pass for you like the winding down of an old clock.
The spring slowly unwinding, time ticking down to that final tick.


As I sit across the room and watch you as you sleep.
I wonder at the zest for life that has carried you forward, while so many others have fallen along the way.
I wonder at the sheer will power that has lifted you from sleep to meet the mountainous challenges of another day.

As I sit across the room and watch you as you sleep.
I reflect on how you carry the burden of pain with you every day.
But packed deep away, so that only those who know how to see can tell its there.

As I sit across the room and watch you as you sleep.
I remember the distance that had grown between us for so long.
Now I cherish the bond and love we have developed in the the sunset years.

As I sit across the room and watch you as you sleep.
I finally allow the obvious to surface from the deep recesses of my mind.
I am you.

                       bAZ
©2009
(based on a previous commentary)

     

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