Friday, January 18, 2008

Ah. POetrY...

With wrinkles etched into his skin
He stroked her hair
Hands aged with toil
He pulled her close
Eyes weary with sight
He cradled her
Yet she did not stir

When they were young
She had been his queen
And he; her king

Love had been passionate
They had loved

Stark colours of contrasting life

Slowly faded to sepia tones
Dark circles
Outlined eyes
Passion now replaced
Deep understanding

One last night
One last chance
He tucked her in
Her body limp

He wept
Salty Tears
Of love
Of life
Of grief

Lay silently
Kissed her cheek
Eyes now closed
And followed her
Beyond the veil which is life