I Will Be the One

I will be the one, silver hair I brush from cheek, I pull it back behind, and bind when fragile bones decline request from muscle’s nerve I will be the one to serve to wash between, rinse shoulder blades pour warm water dress and bless your humble - ness from root of waters source I will be the cleansing force To bring, (breath) life to yellowed page in poetry your verse converse when vision finds the curse when you've seen, too much I will be the guiding touch I will be the one, when stories you tell again I listen in first ears fresh tears and smiles refined by years constructing new theory still I will be the one to heal I will be the one, the end sight you see while leaving this bed Time fed blood of the soul red coursing through maze complete I will be the one - at your feet