Silence, filled by the wind
Sweeping across the land,
Pushing the clouds across the sky
In waves, ominous.
I gaze up,
Trying to differentiate between cloud
And the darkness of the night above it,
Pinpoints of stars that seem
More brilliant than ever.We lay in the shelter
Of each others presence.
He strokes my arm gently,
And though I cannot see his face
I know that he too is starring at the sky,
Or perhaps he is gazing down at me.
It is hard to say which fascinates him more.He speaks,
Reconciles, reflects, considers,
Always looking back,
Searching for a sign,
Or simply standing in the present,
Amazed at what it has given him.
God knows he deserves it,
As do I.My head laid beside his,
Hand in his hair that I can never stop touching,
Face against his neck, breathing in the scent
That is so distinctly his.
I will carry it with me, in memory,
Along with an imprint
Of his face that I could stare at for hours,
Studying his features, tracing the lines
So distinctive, deeply etched despite his youth.
I look into his eyes to find
A glimmer even in the dark
And know that they are blue,
Even as the stars shine through.
The wind blows over us
And the storm continues to rise,
Yet peace has been restored
A sense of contentment reestablished.
And joy fulfilled.I hold his hands,
Feel strength passed through them.
I look to the sky and smile,
And thank God for what we are given.-Sept 10, 2001