I sat with my head in my hands
breathing slowly to a grave pace
only to erase the futility and disappearance
of the missing smile from my face
His loving words in tune and prose
with thoughts of my deepest desires
Under misshapen years empty and cold
I walked alone with no one to inspire...
A softest rain from my grey sight
I cried tears that were never born
The ones that become the unforgiving end
to the hurricane and the thunderstorm
His distant pain was near to my own
did he dream that even then...
That which leaves a footprint on my soul -
I searched to comfort him
Flashes of life moments reminded me
paradise and plan were in motion
His tongue and pen revealed to me
the inifinite need for devotion
Likened to my own...
My thoughts were the first leaf to land
each fall as the wind would bring
Love from my heart melted the ice
when the first bloom entered her spring
Betraying winter nights dark and dim
I would trace the frosted window -his lips
Trudging through snow-covered testimony
the secret warmth he knew was my kiss
My soul needs relief from this revelation
as I drop to my knees in such prayer
Adoring the grace to cherish him still
awakened and well aware...
He was always there.
I was always there
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