What I learn when I listen
To you is why my heart is
Full and my heartstrings
Play songs all of their own
Creating. Easy lyrics, hard
Choices, soft sounds, like
Purring, the slow beats of
Love and care. Feeling the
Swelling of joy in my daily
Discovery of you! What I
Learn just listening to you
Is the depth and meaning of
Tender fondness, emotions
Neither carefree or free of
Care. Heartening, heartfelt.
You are why my heart sings.
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Hearts break
In the nighttime, my love, you
Are beaten and defeated. It's
Your struggle to understand
The nightmare of neglect, the
Careless care we subject you
To. Dreams should be full of
Love, hope. I have failed you.
Aging
When the songs have changed
I still sing of our love and your
Beauty. You've changed with
Time, we both have and when
Time has changed you, OK us,
Our songs have changed. But
I still sing of our love and of us.
Beauty
You are a beautiful man.
You have been known to
Make me sing in intimate
Pleasure. Age has bent us;
It gnarls our bones and it
Bends our backs so there
Isn't a straight line in our
Bodies and the songs we
Knew in the night are just
Memories. Memories we
Treasure. Memories we
Cherish just as we cherish
Each other long after our
Power is sapped and our
Memory fades and we are
Turned crooked by time's
Relentless passage, aged
Into a new, an unfamiliar
Beauty. I still sing for you
Time worn
Restless beauty is for the
Young. We are no longer
Restless nor are we young.
We are not strong of body but
Full of the history of our days.
Our composure is wherein
Lies our beauty and the
Strength we nurture as our
Own. Ours isn't the strength
Of youth. We need not flex
A muscle to brace our claim
At the beauty that we have
Earned. Ours is a resolute
And quiet beauty, a stillness.
We are not strong of body; we
Are full of the history of our
Days. Therein rests our beauty.
Not in our youth but in our age.
Hold on
I've got you, fight me all you can
Fight me all you want and with
All your mighty might, and all
The will you can muster. Yours
Is a strong will, you show plenty
Of determination, so do I. I am
Determined. I won't let go of you
I will not let you go. It's not yet
Our time. That is our time is not
At an end. You and I will have this
Time as our own. I've got you now.
I am not ready. We are not ready.
Not now. I've got you now. Fight
Me all you want, but hold on tight.
Happy times
I recall happy days
Remember good times
Record pleasant memories
I recoil from misery
Shun bad feelings
Rebuff irksome thoughts
Remember that glorious day?
Remind me, what did we eat?
Do you recall the sunset that evening?
The warm spring night,
The music?
The scent of lilacs?
Remember those glorious days?
What time is it?
When he stopped recognizing time
I had to know what time it was all
The time. Day and night for a while
Were his to mix and match but I had
To know what time it was all the time
Day and night. He would ask after it
Knowing that it was eluding him but
Wanting to keep track of the time all
The time. I had to know what time it
Was all the time to share the time
With him. I had to know if it was day
Or night, morning or evening for him.
Loss
When he lost the wisdom of his age
I mourned that loss for it was mine
As well as his. I lost the little pieces
Of us as he lost little bits of himself.
He was never alone in all his losses.
I stayed by his side hoping love was
Enough to lessen his burden, knowing
That losses do not relieve us. That's a
Contradiction to expectations, loss
Doesn't take away; it adds to burdens.
Nothing is lightened by our losses.
So as he loses more of who he is, I
Mourn his loss as well as my own.
I mourn my loss of him as I watch
Him count his losses, his awareness
Adding to the burdens of loss. So
Much taken away, never my love,
This always remains, steadfastly by
His side although I know I cannot
Share his burden or lift it in order
To lessen his share of it. We each
Share the loss but it isn't lessened
Or cut in half. We mourn in full our
Losses each to each, our burden
Mourned as mine, mourned as his.
When he lost the wisdom of his age
I mourned that loss for it was mine.
Am I old? Your question
Calling for reassurance
Or perhaps reevaluation.
All in due time, I say, for
This is a question of time.
A question posed in time
About time. I am old is my
Time-line. My time makes
Me old. It sets my age as I
Progress in time, one step
At a time, years passing in
Time. Time is aging me and
Yes, aging you as well. I am
Old, let me reassure you now
In time. You too are old as
I am. Time has passed since
Our youth, enough time to
Make us old. Old enough in
Time, my love, to be older
Than we were yesterday and
Yes, let me reassure you, this
Time, you are old as I am old
Tamara, really 