Watching You Sleep

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As I sit here watching you sleep I notice how you tuck your hand under

your chin, your soft brown arm folded gently

over the white blankets

and I’m struck by your beauty again,

your sculpted face,

the cheeks I’ve kissed

so many times

and I wonder

how the heavens ever survived

after you were sent to me.

 

She’s coming home today!! Wahoo!

She is still recovering, with strong medication but she can recover at home.

And we are waiting for the results of a biopsy, which to be honest is scary because of the fear of cancer.

We are so grateful for all of you! Thank you so much for your thoughts, prayers, encouragement, and well wishes! Your love and support have been amazing.

Thanks again, and peace to you!

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

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A Poem from the Hospital

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You always did give me light, from far away

as if the earth had not yet

discovered the light of love,

and yet your seasoning

as a warrior, seems

to overwhelm us

both at times,

and I can’t stand

to see your bed empty,

shedding your shadow

even though

you’re just down in X-ray.

   

Note: My wife is in the hospital right now with several health issues, none of them small, and all of them very difficult.

She is the bravest person I have ever met.

We would appreciate your positive thoughts and prayers. Thank you. 

P.S. I will probably post from my archives this week.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

The Mystery of You

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When we are talking, and I look at your hair,

the mystery deepens.

How can the world be in

a few strands, of black and grey,

with a little bit of brown?

How can one set of eyes, hold

so many answers, give so many clues,

so that the world makes sense?

I wonder,

how can skin be so soft,

so intoxicating,

so exhilarating, when I hold you?

Listening to you breathe,

hearing your heart,

50+ years, and still holding the fire,

still climbing mountains,

still conquering galaxies,

how do you do it?

May I always be worthy,

of your love.

 

Note: Originally posted April 15, 2015

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The Quiet Moments of Winter

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I sense My Love stirring, as she reaches, pulling back the curtains

of a blue dawn, where the tree branches gently hold

the overnight snow.

She watches the doves, as I notice her face

her lips move, whispering

her prayers

I drift off, pushing away the fire

for now

but later I awaken

to the smell of turkey bacon

and her kiss

on my lips.

     

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