The Final View

My tears will have to wait to fall, as right now you need not see them. Your spirit needs to rest apart from sorrowed eyes and the wet reflections of reality they store. You need the peace that a smile holds. No more… No less. As tests fail and they add more drugs, You will need the strength from your best friend adding to the fortitude left inside of your beautiful frame. When the questions become too overwhelming, I will know the answers you seek and once found, will not withhold or camouflage them from your view. On the rainy days, I will escape with you into the scenery which surrounds our history. There we will find the warmth that we always ignite, by playing games, dancing, singing and getting lost in make-believe's sanity. I will look to your face and boldly sketch every line as your portraits passage into my memory's eye. My tomorrows have no solo importance now. Instead, they relish in each morning you awaken to. We will go through this, my dear as we have gone through everything else. By looking at life through the eyes of our friendship. With a wink, a sure gaze, and a knowing of truth. The kind of truth no other person can possibly come close to understanding, because of the simplistic reality of it's depth. My eyes cannot and will not stray from you. They need you more than they need nurturing moisture. If your vision ends, and you leave my side, Then, and only then… Will I look away from you And allow my tears to fall. ©November 2001 Laura Jeanne Dean Written October 1st, 2001 © on Feb 17 2002 01:26 PM PST   18 • 0 • 8