Common sense and calendars insist <br />that this world turns through dark and light <br />with every second same, <br />and yet, for me, <br />the moment's still <br />a heartbeat past <br />a heartbeat gone, <br />and I, who once was whole, <br />am half: alone. <br />My darling, since we laid your body down, <br />I've ached to come upon <br />my turn to come, <br />though morning sun <br />brought me, <br />both miracle and mercy, <br />your kissing within me; <br /> <br />Angelina, when I feel you smile, <br />I wake from dreams of never being whole, <br />and know where heaven waits - <br />where I will give again to you <br />as you still turn from death <br />to give to me. <br /> <br />Please, God, for Angelina, give me grace <br />to be like God <br />when God's away from home.<br /><br />John Libertus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/common-sense-and-calendars-insist/
