The slow steady pace of the slow steady stars,
the mad heady race of the hands ‘round the face
of the clock that first ticked when you were born.
This is the beast that hid in the dark
to chase you and test you and often times best you,
never once ever letting you stop.
In the shadows of the flickering candle
the beast stalks you slowly tonight.
The fluttering pulse at your neck,
the gentle rise of your breast,
the heat of your castaway breath…
I am closer to you now
than the blood that flows in your veins.
This poem dates from when I first met my wife. In the intervening years, ”time” is no longer quite the beast it was back then. As we age we know that we face inevitable decline, but that is the nature of the journey, and it is a wonderful journey for all of that.
The final two lines are based on an Arabic saying, “God is closer to you than your own jugular.”
Thank you for reading Closer to you now. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.
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