As I sit with you for days

As I watch you grow old and fail
On the precipice of death,
Your eyes so bright like a child of night
Your spirit making waves,
You talk of graves and longing thus
Restless but not afraid,
I feel your will with the words you thrust
As I sit with you for days
As I sit with you for days…

Stephen Martin, 3/1/2021

Proliferate

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