He Watched her in her Deepest Sleep
He watched her in her deepest sleep
he wandered life with her,
and felt the cold chill of lonesome pangs
as he wondered life without her,
it stretched his heart and made it brittle
as he groped with this, her final bed
he resisted but it was to no avail
he watched her in her deepest sleep
beneath whose sheets he’d reach at will
fulfill love’s need and lustful greed
secrets lay there within those folds,
he watched her in her deepest sleep
when they first had met,
she was an autumn field in country roads
and yellow mustard mixed with sunflower,
honeybees and meadowlark’s song
in sage filled foothills with creeks
lined with cottonwoods
she was his
she won his heart in those sunlit skies
in her bright white dress
a little past her upper knees
to show her gorgeous legs
her bright red lips without lipstick
her eyes as bright as emeralds
so green pristine as crystal, he could see
within her soul past it deep
where only God can see
he knew she was for him
he watched her in her deepest sleep
now here she lays in shallow breaths
in shadows dim, this low lit room
upon her final bed
he watched her in her deepest sleep
a reminisced mix of pain and joy,
she had been elixir to his lifeless veins
given him reason to fully give,
to become a willful sacrifice
where no one else ever could
to what she said and craved
he watched her in her deepest sleep
he wished to tell her, hold her now
and say, “I miss you, please don’t go,”
he saw a feeble shallow rise,
her weakened chest imperceptible to all
except his eyes slowly marking time,
ticking down her final breaths
of life’s clock for her to be with him
he watched her in her deepest sleep
remembered place and circumstance
when they first met,
a place of selfless dreams through life
in this crippled world
their souls became entwined
though some scoffed and spat,
“their love won’t last, won’t pass the test
they’ll soon shed each other’s love and
take second best,”
he watched her in her deepest sleep
smiled softly with the ebbing of her life
he knew a shell she would soon become
when then a smile he waxed,
how six decades joined proved all them wrong
and how they remained as one
despite strife’s struggles and arguments
in this crippled world,
he watched her in her deepest sleep
his thoughts became again sweet honeycomb
when placed his mind
on when they’d meet again,
resolved her days were spent,
he saw her breaths were gone
to the final one, soon to die
before he left the room
before again, he would ever see
her autumn fields in country roads
and yellow mustard
mixed with sunflower,
honeybees and meadowlark’s song
in sage filled foothills with creeks
lined with cottonwoods
watching him as he slept