Barely Sitting

Barely pondering what it is
which makes life barely living.

Tis the thought of you
my lady friend,
companion through all of life.

We shared life's beginning
upon a day not long ago.

Together we discovered
life's meaning.

I sit and look into windows
of your soul;
my reflection it is I see.

Spirits bound together
with golden webs of silk
till spider's spin no more.

Barely sitting,
barely pondering,
life without you
is barely living.