I feel the winds of change are stirring
The water is getting colder and colder,Older, older you get, Frail you lay down
Oh Mother, the knock at the door is growing too loud for me to handle. The ringing in my ears won’t hurt as much as this revelation.
The way we have traded our lives so the other will survive is admirable and foolish. One must let the other’s grip loosen for the eventuality of a decaying, vibrant, golden leaf.
Feel this emotion pass through me in an instant, then pass it along the line.
Lay down in your bed until you disappear under the sheets in search of your saviour.
Once I found you there was no need to search for life, because I found unconditional love- the one that knows only universal bounds. Wait there for me until it is my time to meet you.
Last night at the water’s edge there was no one to take your ticket for the boat. The meadow that surrounded us had autumn enclosing and winter waiting.
I sat on the dock beside you as you were divided between two emotions- to stay with me or to take leave.
You know I can’t survive without you. I can’t breathe if you are not near. I eek out an existence in the moments you are not close.
Don’t depart on the boat.
I have to be able to hear your breath, to touch your tender head, to offer you comfort in moments of pain, to send up your prayers in times of despair, to caress your heart and mend it when broken.
Permit me to be the meaning in your life, a beacon in moments when things cloy.
Before the tears are etched into my heart, make your decision even though it is beyond you.
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