My eyes are wide open to embrace the wrinkles which are slowly creeping into the corners where my lashes extend. The calligraphy of thousands of smiles. My hair twists and knots in anticipation for the palette which will color the strands heather grey. Proof of a life that has lived within my locks. An authentic life not to be dismissed by artificial dye. My hands clasp together to pray that they will see a day where brown spots cover my skin from shoulder to finger tip. The sun has a strange way of loving us back, but it reminds us it has for years. My legs take me an extra mile so they can rest when an extra step feels impossible. Frailty feels a bit more satisfying once strength has been exerted completely. My ears soak up their favorite pieces of music at a volume level too high. One day they will not hear arguments or sobs because the beauty was too loud. My heart is decorating the rooms where my great-grandchildren will reside. My mind sighs knowing one day love and innocence will be as natural to me as it was on the day I was born. My soul, with each second, becomes more acquainted with Death. And when we are best friends a century from now, my spirit will recite my thankful tale. And Life will be the former companion, who treated me right without fail.

You lead me to the top of the tallest tower,
To show me how far we would fall.
And usually I’m afraid of heights, but now I’m not scared at all.
The wind at this summit softly whistles,
Such a strong sturdy breeze.
It carries your sweet scent my direction,
Now I’m drunk from the airborne disease.
It begins the intoxication,
And then its work is through.
But the other elements are waiting their turn,
They have important tasks too.
From the rooftop the stars twinkle brighter,
The spotlights turned on for the show.
And the one to the north takes a look at itself,
The blue of his eye where it glows.
Then the sleepy mind senses its next,
Because it perceived the spark.
And the contented stars smile down and gloat,
They know they've left their marks.
Conduits connect quickly, electricity rushes through.
A cold heart has been resuscitated, to perform the job it was made to do.
It pushes warmth into your fingertips,
It blushes the tops of your cheeks.
The adrenaline that it produces,
Gives you the bravery to move your feet.
Swan dive off the balcony, pulling him down as you go.
“Where are you taking me?” he asks.
You reply with a smile, “I don’t know.”
And the clouds panicked at the risky plunge,
As they watched you make the fall.
So they floated underneath you both,
A soft landing, once and for all.
As you both fell in the safety net,
The real destination you knew.
You breathless whisper could barely be heard,