Once I wished you knew
Then I feared that never would you know
Never would you see
Once I knew that you knew
Then I realised that you had always known
Always did you see
This is why you smiled
And we always saw you smiling
Smiled when we saw you
Smiled when you saw us.
Always had your smile told us
That you knew.
Then you were gone
And instead of crying, we laughed.
Because you had known.
And then…
To you I seem to sleep
But to me I am but resting as I await your slightest desire
That I might do you ease.
That you might call my name and bid me sing to you
To wile the long hours
In soft congeniality
And await the passing of all pain and dolour.
That we
Touching fingertip to fingertip
Might light a magic circle around us
And snug within it’s safe enclosure
Will finally sleep secure from all fear
Just as we did as children.
I am still
hushed
poised
waiting for you
not daring
to brush the tears
away
from my closed eyes
fearful
of jarring myself
from this sleep–
I wait…
I
love everything
about it, exept
for they who would destroy
it or they who first would make it mad.
David Emeron: Sonnets 