musings and confusings
the eyes she sees when she looks at herself
have changed so much given inner wealth
with this love he gives her she has grown
and found a self shes never known
she cannot sleep
she watches him
the room is warm
the light is dim
as she sleeps he watches gently
with each breath so eloquently
if she is still or if she stirs
afraid to touch
lest she demurs
i sit in anticipation, trying to either desparetely squelch this anxiety or turn it tone into hope. frightened, exhilarated....not knowing whether to stay with the positive groove,or shift into a mood more condusive to accepting disappointment.