No
longer
No
longer do I sit in my own overstuffed chair
In
my own little corner of the world, wondering
If
I will ever feel loved and cared for again;
No
longer will I ponder the rhythms of rain
Or
if sunsets or sunrises are more spectacular
Since
your thought reached out to me;
No
longer will I question a simplified or complicated
Purpose
in life to justify and signify my life because
Your
presence in my life answers the question;
No
longer will I sleep in darkness or walk in the purple
Haze
of an unfamiliar or unintentional life when you
Provide
me with the desire to see the light:
No
longer will my age mystify my experience or
Block
the natural tendencies of human desire knowing
Love
is not always about sexual intercourse;
No
longer will I fear the need to be forgotten since my
Journey
has left nothing behind for which to be proud
Until
now: the knowledge that you care about
me.
10Oct13
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