I found you, desperate,
pulling splinters from your eyes
It was 1952,
and the spin cycle of your
life went opposite
I watched you, at Lake Wilderness,
down the steep hill
your heart fleeting forward
and swatted down with a garden hose
But you moved with grace,
and with a certain atonement,
trimming the bushes, like hair
knowing, every snip meant something
And you called my name out,
crying when I did not come
wept until your eyes fell shut,
and I had a feeling that when you died,
you felt nothing but gratitude
Wow!
Just wow!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."