When you hold me tight,
when we sit on the sofa watching Tv,
when you cook and I stand near you,
when you clean and I can't stop watching you;
the simple everydayness of things
in an overwhelming beauty
of shared souls and shared spirits.
This invisible shield of quiet joy,
of the kind we are afraid to contemplate,
scarcely believing, almost imagining
that magic of this kind belonged only on stages
and could we ever really watch it's star light shower
inside our ravaged lives and broken homes.
When we lie next go each other at night
we hold on tightly to the moments,
almost afraid to close our eyes,
lest the moment be taken away
like a rabbit, here today gone tomorrow
and so we talk, hold each other close
into wee hours of the morning,
gazing into each others eyes
making the moment count.
I feel your heartbeat as I lay my head on your chest
and try to make sense of the rhythm of your life,
to know all the sounds and smells that encapsulate you,
both in the up close personal shot
and where you see yourself in the wide angle gaze.
I am waiting for life to unfold and reveal
all those bits of you that are shielded
by the finiteness of our experience,
waiting to watch the deep despairs and the soaring highs,
the twists and turns and the straight lines
and let you know i am always behind
at times in the front, at times adjacent
but mostly, in prayer, sending wishes
for you to find calm waters, stillness
in the midst of roaring tides.
I love you.