Poem -
Nights's herd
I wake to your pain
and catch your tears
to cradle them
and scare
the nightmare
away.
Fluid memory
too easily sucks us
in
into not now,
where they are still
screamingâŚ
My hand to your hand;
my heart to your heart;
let my arms carry you
out into the quiet
as you did
countless moments
before
when nightâs herd
ran wild
over my plainsâŚ
Now is the time,
perhaps,
to call the moon together,
so her light may calm
nightâs herd
into sleepâŚ
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This is beautiful John...to me it feels like the safety of a loved ones arms, always there to soothe and comfort, to keep one safe from the unknown. Then I read divorce in the prompts and wonder if I read it wrong. Beautiful none the less x
Hi, Marion, nope, you did not read wrong: both our parents are divorced, mine relatively easy (though mum tried to start a fight with dad at the wedding ceremony, just before I said Yes (17 years after the divorce) - my brother and stepmother intervened just in time), buit my wife's parents had been fighting for years (hence: where they are still/screaming). In my case the nightmare were the children of my stepfather (two on heroin at that time). We (wife and me)Â still have unreasonable fears and nightmares from that and are quick to think that is "all my fault" and/or "he/she doesn't want me anymore" that is sometimes causing ripples in the marriage. We are both still alive because of the other. We joke about having done a Baron Of Muchhausen, pulling us by the hairs out of the marshes. So, once more, thanx for your loving comment. I guess you can guess now why I can be off the radar once in a while... You keep safe as well. Okay, am at work, so back to the clients (keeping them safe from the Tax Authorities :-)
Aye, but as a former boss of my wife once said: "Pain is the shortest way to wisdom" and wisdom leads to beauty. Thank you for the appreciation of our pain đ