The Bottom Of Night

Here at the bottom of night -
A light!

The dawning of thought and morning

Here is my restlessness, my thoughts overflowing
resisting arrest, my impatience growing
Sleep taunts me, haunts me

But my heart weighs heavily upon by chest
I can feel it beating, thumping, breaking

For all that's before me but just beyond reach
and hidden in the conversations I'm faking
is a fear of my own making

This cosy blanket of inhibition
bravery displayed in the safest of places
Why can't I escape it after all this time?

Still sometimes it surfaces like this -
A momentary abyss

Here at the bottom of night, a fight.

She Is Life

She is life relentless
confident as a whisper never forced
hers is a smile like sunrise,
in its warmth to linger
as she burns within me

She is thoughtful and articulate
and rarely wrong
a whirlwind of possibility that I buy into
she is strong

She doesn’t need me
yet she chooses to need me
she is strong-willed but submissive,
stubborn, resolved
she believes in right and fair
and I believe in her

Careful in words,
she is expressive and kind
the finest friend I’ve ever known
the best friend I’ll ever want

She is pure though she might doubt it
gentle in demeanour
honest and sincere

And when she reaches out to me I hold her
like precious porcelain
her body shapes to mine
and steals my breath away

And she is here
and she is mine
pictures clear in a memory blurred
she is beautiful beyond these words

For AC May 09