Again, Mr.T wrote me another lovely poem, he’s so talented, this time it made my eyes glassy and my heart is so touched coz I really love the words he wrote. I enjoy our correspondence through emails and I hope you do too. So without further ado, I present to you, The Turning Pages:

TURNING PAGES

Yesterday I was tangled deep in this web of life.
I was shorter then carrying weights of the world in my pockets.
I was much more quiet from words lost on a hopeless cause.
My breath, shorter as the veins were stolen from my heart.
My hands calloused and rough, wrenched with worry and grief.
My feet sore from walking towards an uncertain destiny.

Then night unwillingly came not wanting to be alone.
The winters moon appeared like a white rabbit from a magicians hat.
Its light crisp and cool bath me, washing away un-cried tears.
Puddled reflections of scarred memories held tight like a fistful of sand.
Drained of energy I sleep a lonely sleep.

That was yesterday, then came whispers beckoning me to wake.
Slowly the light fills me like fuel to a machine.
Eyes flutter open to the singing of the sun.
More gentle whispers and soon a I shutter awake.
A broad shoulder to lean on etched also from the rain.
Warm rays dried rain from my eyes that I may see anew.
Eyes glistened like pearls and smirks nudged to smiles.
No demands, no expectations just hearts beating stronger in the air.
Clouds pass, time flies as old aches ease.
With the turning of each page I grow slowly in strength no longer afraid to become closer to me.

For Susan

Naki Sky
9/19/2007