Sitting here, feeling the rain slide down my hair <br />Lunch apples lumped in my hand <br />Two pints of milk clinging to my clawed fingers <br />Now sheltering in the office fridge until coffee time <br />Hearing the backbird shine their song through the morning air <br /> <br />And everywhere the green light of growth <br />I have a need to share this with you <br />Every scent, sound, nuance <br />The sense of your presence with me <br /> <br />Friday sitting on a bench on the old railway line <br />I sensed you touch my cheek <br />With the back of your finger <br />A connection so intense <br />The colours around sang in joy <br />I gently fold the jewels of your being in my soul <br /> <br />You say be grateful for what we have <br />I can only do that <br />Sharing each day, each thought, each breath with you <br />I breathe in your incense <br />And send you enveloping light to brighten your day <br />Be blessed dear one <br /> <br />And then the oughts crowd back <br />Waves of oughts and shoulds and “what the hell have you been doing! ” <br />And the soft song of the connection <br />Colouring the sounds of this existence <br />In emerald light<br /><br />Anthony Dalby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/colouring-existence/
