2007

Strength in a frail hand

I stare amazed, baffled hour after hour

counting breaths

Lovely frozen eyes windows to a soul

too rich to be any longer cheapened by a failing body.

She covers me with a warm blanket

a mother’s comfort no thicker than a thought

Death rattle voice with the clear beauty of a tiny bell.

I feel the soft touch of a frail hand

with the power to open a heart of glass

and not shatter it.

The light will come soon and take her away

Her beauty will never fade.

The dark will come soon to eat me alive.