year ii
year ii
fire by fire
stone by stone
my world collapses in a heap
of weeping rubble.
sleep slips past
silently
and insomnia stays my eyelids.
vapid music and unrealistic expectations haunt my
scant and fitful rest as
family and
allies and
friends alike
fade slowly.
all that remains is my
smoldering circle.
and then like a mirage
– tremulous and translucent –
you appear.
shaking off the shimmer your arms wrap
tightly around me.
lips as cool as a
mother’s soft hand on a
feverish child’s forehead
press a kiss to my lips and you whisper “it is ok.”
it.
is.
ok.
stones always fall.
the world is constantly burning.
but when I see you standing there
and feel your lips
and arms
and hands
and face
and heart,
nothing else matters.
the world can fade far into the abyss and all is fine
while you are my rock.
Yep. Those are our wedding rings. And the cork is from a bottle of wine we tried to have with dinner. (I say tried to have because we didn't like it. It was Eiswine and it was a beautiful wine, but it tasted like rotten grapes - not fermented grapes and we couldn't drink it. But that's ok.) And the poem is the poem I wrote for Josh as an anniversary gift. It's all about Josh and I today . . . are you getting that?
Well, ok friends. I will bid you adieu for the evening. Rest well and have a blessed tomorrow!
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