You have walked back and retrieved me,
from beside some long-ago road.
And with these eyes I see beyond
what you think you’ve lost to ageing.
I see with two pairs of eyes;
the ones that thought they could see forever,
and the ones that have learned
to appreciate the beauty that sits before them.
I know you with two hearts;
the one that thought love could never die,
and the one that understands
the heart is renewed with every kind word,
and every sincere touch;
it seems the heart lives apart from sorrow,
on its own quest for love.
So here we sit beside ourselves of then and now,
and beside eachother
in relative ease,
like a gentle sigh of gratitude that says,
“I’m glad I still know you.”
Our paths were different,
yet somehow the same,
both only hoping to be wiser and kinder.
For love has turned out to be
a far different creature than we thought.
And I for one am more inclined
to appreciate its gentle meanderings;
to close my eyes,
and feel its softness brush against me,
trusting it will stay
beside a trusting heart….