Always Us Poem by Diana van den Berg

Always Us



A thousand voices nod intimately
from sun-faded spines
on shelves around me
enriched by decades of knowing
and trees, and blue and white skies
bless me through the window
and a tent-revival sings joy
on the picture-box, this morning

as I sit,
time-paused,
framed by your aura,
enraptured,
secure and at peace
in the arms of your soul-song
which paints my days and nights
softly, protectively,
wildly in colours undreamt,
from dawn to dusk
and dusk to dawn,
with spider-thread music
too sensitive for sound,
with language not yet born of this world
you stroke the words
I have not yet formed
with yours, unbirthed
and fallen into mine,
and in our smiles
of their blending
conceived in love,
we forget to breathe
for that moment of indestructible truth,
that you are me
and I am you

and none can touch, nor take
that
no matter how hard they try...

or so I thought, until a few minutes ago.

(29 January 2012)

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Durban, South Africa
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