Waiting at the window sill,
watcher of the world;
gleeful squeals, the postman yields,
children race the walk.
Brazen birds abandon skies
to hop a leafy lawn,
playful squirrels scramble high
up trees where they belong.
Younger days would not abide
scoundrels such as these
to carry-on where I preside
without a chase from me.
Now reluctant bones repose,
eyes at restful view,
fix the node that bends the road
for a glimpse of you.
I replay a misty haze
of running in the yard;
you tossed the ball to play,
I would fetch ’till dark.
Rainy nights by the fire,
dancing shadows theme
and with ticking clocks conspired
to lure us into dreams.
Time has tied the years we spend,
mine unfairly few,
here awaits a faithful friend
wrapped in twilight’s hue.
I will fiercely hold these days
’til last breath is drawn
and only then release my watch
to wait for you beyond.
