love, part one...

(i)

Just when darkness,

it settles in...

& I wish I'd been blessed

with thicker skin.

You bring me poems of stars,

delicate drawings of butterflies...

Fill my heart with hope / love,

return sight to wretched eyes.

(ii)

This distance

and winter chill,

it weighs heavy on me;

Like the posture

of a blind man

straining to see.

(iii)

But

faraway or near,

one thing is clear;

I'm not going anywhere.

Every path I have ever known

has led me...

Here.

Into your arms,

my dear.

Into your arms,

my dear.

Into your arms,

my dear!!

(c) Brent M Harpur, 2012.

"What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?" (George Eliot)