oh, how i rejoice!
our time now, so near
my vision, so clear…
how i long to hear the sound of your voice.
I am not afraid.
My yearnings, appeased; my hunger, sated;
my thirst, quenched. The last sip of life’s nectar vivid on my tongue, I
bask in the delight it brings and
no tear hidden in the corner of my eye.
will you know me by heart?
one we have been
your skin under my skin –
we will make our way, soon, we must part.
How much I have seen.
I smile at days past – would I have smiled then? I do
not know… A blur of emotions, experiences; wanting to trade
would be a lie. I am my own sculptor; my actions –
my hammer and chisel.
oh, you will always be mine.
my love is so strong,
in my arms you belong
for a lifetime will our bond shine.
I know I must go. We all must go.
I wait for the when and how, I write these lines, dip my quill
into life’s ink one last time…
Eventually, I will take off my glasses and lay them to rest – next to my now
empty glass, that once contained
the sweetest and most precious nectar of all.
how long, until we meet?
your movement i feel
my daughter, so real
i look forward to you, ma petite.
… inspired by dVerse‘s wonderful prose/poetry prompt. thanks Anna!