Pages, Words and Musing

I see your face from across the room as the afternoon light leaves its grandeur for the night to fall upon us. I see you reading something with a hint of strain as your body seems like the pleasure has left. I see you ageing just a bit more as the shadows fall under your eyes with the glint of youth gradually slipping away. I see you change with each page you turn and with each word you read. I see you looking up at the empty wall in front of you bewildered with something you must have read. I see your body relax with the knowledge of the words looked through as a perpetuating aura settles around you. I see you grow and bloom today and maybe till you breathe your last breath.