Sunday sofa 1

Only gone and bloody fallen in love again haven't I!

A small face adorned with a tender smile,

Such a simple and base reaction to comfort,

She admits her need to be held,

Demanding to be small and again in my arms,

Curled up as tight as she can,

My strength is not in hands or arms or legs,

But in my honest vulnerability.

A moment of silence, a synchronous breath,

Within that brief harmony,

Images, strong, full of colour and music,

Play through, losing myself in the moment,

All life full anguish melting away,

Melted away with undeniable grace,

I live my perfect life in a perfect second.

In all other moments I sculpt my soul,

Black and hateful, a course cragged cliff I etch my life,

Waves make their own impressions,

Reflecting the fortunes of being,

Some days the wind howls, the sea roars,

In calmer seasons I stay busy,

Gloom carved on stone of my own labour.

Yet in that dark hall I felt such warmth,

I brought her gently into me,

She was mine till the sun roused,

My weakness was a silhouette of strength,

The shadow I cast on her invisible to me,

She turned her green eyes to me,

I can not help but miss her already.

Author's Note

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