Living Life

if at the end
words remain unwritten
stars will not fall from the sky

rain will shatter silence
gentle reminder of life
spent living
cool wet drops
grow oppressive
cottonfusedtoskin

relish poetry on lips,
passionate promises
finally fulfilled

thouroughly devour
the aroma,
sable soil
once parched
now ready for
seed

volumes remain
e m p t y
pens remain full
prolific an ancient definition
but...
it will not matter,
for...
the meadow shall have
bare spots
grass worn away
from dancing barefoot

the wooden floor
will have deep grooves
from hours spent
rocking, gazing
off porch at the horizon
as sunrises and sets

the feet will be calloused
the back will ache,
the shoulders remain strong
carrying the weight
of those who could not
bear the load alone

strength and grace
patience..
outlasting all
~unbroken~
hair will always reflect setting sun
~unharnessed~
eyes will always reflect stormy sea
chasing away all grey
with a kiss and a smile
~unwritten~
~undefined~
living life fully
one day at a time