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My Heart's Decree
I'm stealing a few moments from Father Time
to pen my thoughts on parchment pages.
I write of mirth we shared, sweet and sublime,
capturing it in recorded history of us for the ages.
As twilight broaches night, I write by candlelight,
scrawling thoughts that are roaming in my head...
those refusing to remain in my heart.
Though frowns have furrowed our brows
and etched wrinkles and creases on our faces,
we shared many more moments of laughter
that made us cry tears in streams of joy
rather than those wept in sorrow and sadness,
cherished memories of loving embraces.
There are things I could never find voice
to reveal. Perhaps, it's better that they
remained unspoken then. But I feel sure
my eyes told you more than any spoken
words could have made any clearer.
If you could see my eyes as shadows fall,
you'd be aware of more than I could bear
to read the drop of your shoulders,
and the rivulets shining on your cheeks
as moonlight begins peeking in the window.
In reading this, you have my heart's decree
that my love never died, but was magnified
year upon year with great depth of emotions.
And at its end, you'll find teardrop stains
smearing the ink that would never run dry
if I continued writing, but my confession
is long enough. It's in your possession
in this dour darkness without a whisper
I could offer in farewell, or one last embrace.
Copyright ©
Lin Lane
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