#794 Through older eyes… 9-8-18

During our years together,
I’ve witnessed her become
a richer beauty.

A smoother, fuller, warmer, kinder
emanating, more now, from within.

As time reshapes her form,
my eyes grow more accustomed
to her light.

I begin to understand
that what I see
is not limited by finitude.

Rather, there grows in me
a gratitude
for what I’m learning in her embrace.

Our fatal life
is no confinement to us,
rather, a highway through forever.

Her green-gray eyes
flash joy-shine,
enlightened by wisdom.

Her touch
growing surer
through her years of understanding.

Her Love
caresses me,
deep down in my soul.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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