Picture This

Old age…

Should God grant me
The chance to live a long life,

Does not scare me,
Nor concern me.

Yes, there are pleasures
To be had,
Enjoying the spring waters
Of youth,
Racing in the glow
Of the Sun, rising.

But even resting
In the fading light,
Of the Sun, setting,
I surely will be satisfied
With that point in my life.

I envision me,
Sitting with you,

Shining with elegance,
As beautiful as the day
I met you,

Just being together
On a quiet morning,
When every day of the week,
Is our weekend,

Savoring a cup of hot,
Black coffee,
Even if it takes me two hands
To lift it,

I will be in a depth of happiness.

In your presence,
Living with your grace,
So grateful for every moment…

Simply being there,
With you,
Thinking back over
All the years,

The good,
The bad,
The joyful,
The sad…

Knowing that you were there,
Through all of it,
With me.

It is in that thought,
That I find my peace.

So look into my eyes,

Hold my hands,
And envision that scene with me
Knowing at that point
In the dusk of our lives,
I will remain,
So deeply
In love
With you.

Take that all in.

Accept my feelings
With certainty.

Picture this.




© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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