Wife Seeing Husband Growing Older

WIFE SEEING HUSBAND GROWING OLDER Water steals your reflection when you are young And as fast as cat’s feet on a glass roof. The ripples replace none of your image - Waves chiseled from moving marble hide the boats coming home. Through the thickness of your old age I sometimes see your young guy hiding inside The massive greyness of March in the city. Gods sense of humor at pathetic human activities Is a liquid mystery. This starlit world is a lonely place and it misses you - The waving Milky Way waiting for you to swim in, waist high Through the radiant white daisy stars, across the soft black meadows.