The Stranger Before Me
By Mad Moon
~♥~ She stands before me naked, exposed Her essence emanating from deep within Engulfing, consuming my every breath as I seek the wisdom of her life Searching her eyes for secrets of her soul revealing ecstasy once begotten by love Stained by the colors of death and loss yet still in quest of elusive dreams Her heart speaks softly of who she was Toughened by disillusion, disappointment Scarred by anguish, tormented by grief yet open to the prospect of happiness Hands, now roughened by long years of toil remember the soft feel of a warm new life Grown crooked, stiffened, the signs of age yet gently cradling and embracing hope Body, once trim and agile in it's youth becoming stubborn, rigid, the results of time Aching, lethargic, from long suffering years yet driven to triumph over it's own inadequacy The vision before me stares, scrutinizes struggling to contemplate it's 'truth' And, as I ponder my reflection in the mirror I finally recognize - the stranger before me ~♥~ .Was feeling my age, so wrote this one in the middle of the night cause I just couldn't sleep with all those words running around in my head! Written November 22nd, 2001 © on Nov 22 2001 01:09 AM PST, Mad Moon 0 • 10
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