The poem came to me first, the painting …years later… (see more of my art, and find my poetry book for women in my etsy shop. http://www.dreamalittledesigns.etsy.com

FRIGHTENED BIRDS, By Sherry Sharp

I turn into you~

You cup only my one finger…

Through thick blankets,

Tight~

In the dead-still black of the night,

Is the only time we reach now.

What do we reach for?~

Turn toward?~

And why won’t it live in the light?

What is it that breathes in the corner of the room?

Comes and goes…

But never in sight~

I can’t see it anymore,

Though it’s burning bright…

Right at the foot of our bed, it waits and waits…

I feel it ~

I feel the beauty, the delight ~

of its resurgent living might

Does it come for you? Us?

Or is it mine alone to fight?

Hold more of me~

Reach for all of me…

The years, like frightened birds, now in full flight~

I draw, I paint, I write….

To escape the bite of Winter.

Turn wholly towards me~

Push my hair back from my frantic face…

Say: When there’s nothing…

There will still be us~ By God’s grace…

Say: Hush now…the sins of the day won’t steal the night

Tell me….

Tell me…

And then tell me again~

That it’s all going to be alright

Sherry Sharp 2/22/13

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