In my mind I see traces of dawn on your face, <br />caressing you in your sleep. <br />In my mind these images spawn without a trace, <br />sourcing inside somewhere deep. <br />In my mind I sense this unsollicited grace. <br /> <br />In my heart I feel you awake while I do sleep, <br />as little tremors of life. <br />In my heart I stand guard while somewhere you do weep, <br />a lonely saturday's strife. <br />In my heart I sense this prolific rhyme to reap. <br /> <br />What it is I do not know, <br />and neither whence it came. <br />Feeding awareness is slow <br />when you have but a name. <br /> <br />Its origin remains dark, <br />intrusion without trace. <br />Can love exert just a spark <br />when you see but a face? <br /> <br />Just some odder game of chance, <br />or simply heads or tails? <br />What kind of solely inner stance <br />conjures desire from mails? <br /> <br />Emotions based on few words, <br />gauging chances so slim. <br />Are they strophes of a dirge, <br />a catastrophic hymn? <br /> <br />In my spine I sense your peaceful sleep, while I wake, <br />giving the world a brighter tone. <br />In my spine signals are transmitting, what's at stake, <br />to which mistakes I am prone. <br />In my spine I feel the urge to shiver and shake, <br />to converge these roads alone. <br /> <br />So you say that it is strange, <br />feeling clos' so far apart. <br />If we let it for a change, <br />could'nt it be a start? <br /> <br />A road no one knows to end, <br />no destination planned. <br />Just an honest 'n true attempt <br />for hearts perhaps to blend. <br /> <br />And in my blood winding in endless life-filled whirl, <br />is a picture of your face. <br />And in my blood, patterns of divergence and curl <br />testify to your name's grace. <br />And in my blood your mere existence can unfurl <br />banners of love's gentle case.<br /><br />Frank Witte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unsollicited-grace/
