You

when i grow old

i will find you.

 aged old wood will hold you in that familiar place, where you softly sing our fairy tales that ran their course.

we will laugh loudly, smile brightly and stare deeply exchanging our words, our vows, we were always too scared to speak.

you will find me waiting. patiently. back home.

i will find you 

when i grow old

i see you.

i see you in your glory- its perfection.

the way you dance on this earth, weaving steps into a wonderful rythm that writes paths of poetry.

your words wine a humble wisdom that you are modestly blind to.

you know who you are.  when i grow old.  i see you.

 when i grow old

i will grow old with you.

i will twine our broken palms together, melding forever love.

the cracks and creases will smooth like glass, mirroring a history of drive, will, vigour  and passion.

our steps will christen this world. 

turning rocks into gold, smoke into clouds and dreams into paths.

when you grow old you will be far too handome.  your charm in your form, your words, your dance will shine.  your eyes will smile when you speak, when you walk and when talk.  when you grow old you will be loved.

when i grow old i feel you all around me.  my soul warms, my heart pounds giving me life.  cries constantly remind me of your form, of your words, your dance, your passion and light.  my eyes smile when i think of us.  walking down our never ending path of perfection, seeing shiny, glittering gold, clouds that look like elephants and dreams that continue to grow.  when i am growing old i am loving you.

Today I am growing old.

today i am loving you.

today and everyday I dedicate my dance to you.

until we are together.

hand in hand.  our lives in sync. 

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