*To you…
In the dark dreams that have become my life
you are sunshine and starlight.
For the unreasonable, the unfathomable, the disparities
surmounting daily, you are sanity and reason.
For my silence, you are song.
In my lack of expression, you are music.
My words fade, my world diminishes
and focus affords me only darkness.
You are there, ever aware.
When my world ties me tightly into knots
you see how to loosen them, and weave me fabric.
My heart beats to stale metaphor and abused imagery,
though your words softly sigh, touched with fresh breezes.
I have seen sandy shores, and known the scent of fresh loam,
bursting with the seeds of spring; gentle rains, and the flight of seabirds,
through your eyes - there, within your words.
And when my world falls apart and crumbles beneath my feet
I am caught upon your open palm, within your caring touch.
I am relieved, refreshed, and comfortably happy
in the darkest of times, for you, whose care lifts me up.
There will never be a way to thank you, as I would want.
It is there, in my heart, in the blood that courses through me
All that I am, is all I can give, and I will ever give it willingly
to you.
©Lin Cava
15th March, 2013*
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 10:35 AM UTC
*To you…
In the dark dreams that have become my life
you are sunshine and starlight.
For the unreasonable, the unfathomable, the disparities
surmounting daily, you are sanity and reason.
For my silence, you are song.
In my lack of expression, you are music.
My words fade, my world diminishes
and focus affords me only darkness.
You are there, ever aware.
When my world ties me tightly into knots
you see how to loosen them, and weave me fabric.
My heart beats to stale metaphor and abused imagery,
though your words softly sigh, touched with fresh breezes.
I have seen sandy shores, and known the scent of fresh loam,
bursting with the seeds of spring; gentle rains, and the flight of seabirds,
through your eyes - there, within your words.
And when my world falls apart and crumbles beneath my feet
I am caught upon your open palm, within your caring touch.
I am relieved, refreshed, and comfortably happy
in the darkest of times, for you, whose care lifts me up.
There will never be a way to thank you, as I would want.
It is there, in my heart, in the blood that courses through me
All that I am, is all I can give, and I will ever give it willingly
to you.
©Lin Cava
15th March, 2013*
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