I wake alone in the afternoon, a strong wind is blowing - <br />the forecast says colder tonight; <br />after all these weeks of hiding in greyness, <br />the sky has cleared to a mystery, <br />in its endlessness, foreboding; <br /> <br />and somehow, in the cold blue, deep blue boundlessness, <br />the everyday is set aside: <br /> <br />the Sky looks through my windows, and it knows me, <br />with a single look, straight to my deepest core, <br />shows me <br />that last, small part of me, inside, <br />that still pitied flesh; <br /> <br />with this one look, I am freed: I know me, <br />know the sudden, wild longing within me <br />to escape this miraculous clay that cages my smile; <br />through my windows, the Power calls me to something I cannot yet do <br /> <br /> <br />the vine doesn't understanding pruning, <br />this stretching, this forcing to shape, <br />it aches only to fruit: <br />why leave me behind, when I ache so to follow? <br /> <br /> <br />Like my illness, the everyday, <br />time, that gives by taking away, <br />goes with the fading daylight; <br />but help me remember what you have me forget! <br />as a bird bounds into flight, let me come! <br /> <br />Far to the west, there's a small, river valley, <br />where, on a hillside, beneath this same pitiless sky, <br />lies the grave of my wife, where I ask that these ashes be buried. <br /> <br />Oh, my darling, it is as it was before we met, how I ache to be more than I am! <br /> <br />Something tells me I'm dying, and says death is only a word.<br /><br />John Libertus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/valentine-s-day-7/
