LOR

02.12.99

I sat still, moment suspended
where profound thoughts
could razor-edge my heart.

Was there an emotion, unchecked,
that slipped past my careful guard
to spread uneasy care
after this dearest friend I find?

Know that I build these walls 
tile upon tile
to protect these tenuous hopes
too frail by far.

I thought one day to repay
golden care and malachite stones
with a thousand minute presents
of laughter and memories,
yet
each time we step close to the edge,
fraught with the tension
~fear of trust~
that you can not comprehend
I freeze.

How can I explain years...

Ah, but your unending patience 
makes it almost unnecessary.

What damage done
each trust tempered by fear
and too much of this volatile soul?

Yet... and yet ...
is not every stolen moment,
joy unbound and laughter without a price,
worth any loss the future may bring?

I sat still, moment suspended
where profound thoughts of care and trust
do razor-edge my heart.



© 1999, Tara Tambollio