Making It Twogether

Deep solace lingers on between the pauses of your lisping words--- a quest for normalcy amidst the yells never heard by moonless eves, by cathartic drawls never felt by anyone except me... holding those mottled palms I watch the light flickering among veiled shadows from your eyes...I cry inside. Though inner peace can be anonymous, distant from life's torment, I sing our childhood tunes where despair lays heavy on needled days:Somehow, it calms your thoughts, then we grin, laugh if only for an instance...until winds of an ailing mind snuff time's flow, while the blood of tears carries us to space we do not know. Yet, faith prevails like a whistling serenade which calls you back to a dream of comfort. Although this ailment reaches stage 3, we feel reborn by so many dreams of life's ventures yet to be done-- the journeys to mountain tops, the different flavor of late autumnal rain , a newborn's tiny frame cradled by your arms... ( remember you wanted two?) Dearest friend, oh Eena of all seasons, I align my white energy with you, bold and unyielding-- twogether are are never far off: watch me smile, allow me to listen, and relish this affirmation: ' Dreams are to be lived. Live! You are never alone.' Contest of Silent One: Together we are strong 3/21/2018