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Sunday, 12 January 2014

Constant Companion

As the dawn arrives I look for her,
seeking comfort in her presence,
her hands pushing me to consciousness,
I stumble into the present.
At her insistence my journeys begin,
travels that will follow other's demands,
her existence drives me forward,
moving gently through the day.
As I gaze upon her face I know,
she'll move silently through my life,
her movement will be no distraction,
but the heartbeat of my being.
She is the companion that is constant,
always with me, always on the move,
she is the epitome of perpuality,
an everlasting mistress.

© Fergus Martin

2014