Together

I want the trouble that you would give me,

To share your fragile life and the heart that beats—

Lingering moments weaved before our eyes

Our youth is our only curse.

I want to hear each breath you take,

So I know by morning you’ll still be here.

Death painted fresh, ash beneath our feet—

You walk unfazed, to my disbelief,

Eyes the only hint to the sorrow you keep.

Not one for faith I find myself assured,

You, I trust more than I trust myself—

Guiding me through haunted tribulations

And the darkness I create.

I want to take your hand and guide you too,

Unified against the shadows that creep

We could walk together through the dark.

DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com