2212013 4am
Sometimes
When I cannot move I think of you and smile
Your wondrous grace, effortless in all things
Shines out onto my world
Your honest love of all that life brings us
Gives me hope and joy
How can I be you, too?
Sometimes when I cannot sleep, I meditate or medicate
Sometimes when I cannot type I think of you and dream
Of an idyllic time, not long past, when we were royalty
Pharaoh-like we floated downstream
Carefree as Schrodinger’s Cat
Am I you or are you my creation?
How can I become you, too?
Sometimes when I cannot see
I imagine…you