"writing poetry, starts in my soul, flows through my heart, up to my head, then it's out of my hands"
Friday, 11 May 2012
- Old and New -
-Old and New-
I want to grow old with you,
stay young with you,
watch the dark turn to gray,
and play with you!
day after day,
as we laugh at our wrinkles
and gather our girth,
dissolving into senescence with mirth.
Old faces weathered and aged,
lines that have turned every page,
eyes, that sparkle, still,
spell bound in the vision and thrill,
staring across the pillow, across the years,
across the bridge we forged between us.
The long years we journeyed,
searching, playing, learning,
so that all we had become,
could be brought before the alter of our love,
an offering of ripened tumescence,
to bless each fine aged ripple,
that laps upon these full weathered shores.
I want to grow old with you,
stay young with you,
giggle as we fall apart, together,
hand in hand, two old hearts,
kissing, as we slip into forever.
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
Artwork by Susi Richardson
Sunday, 6 May 2012
42
42
...And if I had died,
and were gone and dead,
what was it you could not say,
that you wish you might have said?
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
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