to last look in those eyes
to last look in those eyes
sitting by a sleeping form watch the breaths rise and fall
eyes flutter open the head turns and life comes this way
before the caress or touch comes the cracked voice call
the sound that churns and burns in the mind day by day
as love moves and time delineates motion becomes rote
step by step the recurring again a dream replaces reality
now allowing life which sublimates counting every mote
causes days to end and to begin exposes of human frailty
an understanding slowly appears wakefulness come alive
fingers reach and compensate a sense of balance restored
beside reasons thoughts and fears as all memories strive
interior monsters to contemplate an aging mask explored
moments have passed immutable preparing for a decline
time begins and ends irrefutable a life inbetween sublime
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