I Will Be the One
I will be the one, silver hair
I brush from
cheek,
I pull it back
behind,
and bind
when fragile bones
decline
request from muscle’s nerve
I will be the one to serve
to wash between, rinse
shoulder
blades
pour warm water
dress
and bless
your humble
- ness
from root of waters source
I will be the cleansing force
To bring, (breath) life
to yellowed
page
in poetry
your verse
converse
when vision finds
the curse
when you've seen, too much
I will be the guiding touch
I will be the one, when stories
you tell
again
I listen in first
ears
fresh tears
and smiles refined
by years
constructing new theory still
I will be the one to heal
I will be the one, the end
sight
you see
while leaving this
bed
Time fed
blood of the soul
red
coursing through maze complete
I will be the one
- at your feet
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