I sit quietly,
looking into the blue eyes I've seen all my life.
I feel closer somehow,
unsure of the reason.
I fight off the analytical part of my being
just long enough to allow this moment to be.
Not asking for a purpose,
nor waiting for a path to uncover...
leaving only a direction.
The roughness in his voice, that usually stands so defiantly;
briefly disappears,
permitting the softness to seep out in a hummed lullaby.
I see his face relax,
no longer does it hold the ridged sharpness cut from stone.
Finally,
I see the humanness that so often is hidden in his own insecurities.
His hands,
searching for something to grasp, only magnify his uncertainty.
I see they've aged, as did he.
My fear of him disappears,
acceptance and love take its place.
My understanding prevailed,
we become equal, individual, understood.
Copyright © 2000 A. Jones