You give me <br />poems speaking truths, <br />living pictures <br />that dance for me; <br />music <br />so I can hear you singing <br />in the voices of old men <br />with the passion of youth <br />with the sadness of age. <br /> <br />You give me your past: <br />a curly headed child <br />frowning, dazzled by <br />glare from a far-off sun; <br />a lithe man, <br />caught in a lens <br />held by someone <br />who loved you when <br />I was far away in time and place. <br /> <br />You give me your words; <br />you touch me, touch me, touch me, <br />all of me, as you warned, <br />as you promised. <br /> <br />The candle of your love warms me <br />and I'm not consumed. <br />For you hold my new life, <br />that I give to you, <br />fragile as a moth, <br />in your devout hands.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-d-nall-gifts/
