Hour 5, Prompt 5

Space, oak, knitting, sunflower, hardback

 

 

No Space Between Us (a poem from Onweald)

 

The thick oak planks beneath my feet

are smoothed, so polished with resin,

that they speak to foundational strength

and planning put into motion ages ago.

 

As if it were always fate knitting our lives so tightly,

rightly,

That there’s no space between us

 

I could spend each day of eternity on this swing,

it’s hardback wood supporting

our quiet contemplation of approaching night

and the scent of heather, wildflowers wafting

across the fields the enemy would burn to reach us.

 

As if it were always fate knitting our souls so tightly,

rightly,

That there’s no space between us

 

I will spend each night of eternity at your side,

your perfect power a complement

to my perfect strength in the approaching storm

With commitment, engagement, this bond entwined

like sunflowers turning toward one another in the dark.