I am <br />the grey that strokes your temple <br />the sigh of your breath <br />the itch in your palm <br />the strike of your match. <br /> <br />I am, at times <br />the cramp in your side <br />the eye of your storm <br />the eclipse of your sun. <br /> <br />But I will be as well <br />your vessel of voyage <br />the hand on your cane <br />the wheels of your chair <br />and the ashes riding tandem on your wave.<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/partners/
