Two Lives
I stand in this poem watching
you sleep, your eyes, though
closed, fetching images
of wonderment that instil
delight.
I have no need of misery
colouring the air
or no expectation of moonlight
shifting shadows
in and out.
Tonight, the moon is kind,
offering halos that wear well,
a luminesence brightening
over faces that have smiled.
And in this poem I watch
your dreams reach heaven high,
our paths crossed,
fixing stars where once darkness lay.
This is a love poem.
It finds its way across the night
to wherever the heart might play,
images packing into one, the dark
night's moon assuming glory
as glories come
among trails of promises
that cannot fail,
this long night,
you sleeping,
I in this poem addressing
miracles
that shadow
two lives
touched.
John Cornwall
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