While you slept I rose up and fought your
Demons in the dead of the night.
I climbed to the summit of your unfathomed dreams
And plucked juicy fruits of your
unsung labour.
I laid them at your tired feet
To feed you when you rose with the
Soft glow of the sunshine to start your new day.
You did fill my heart with want when I
Watched you sleep peacefully as
Though you hadn’t a care in the world.
I know your story.
I know the strength that flows in your veins
That keeps your heart beating with zest for new
Beginnings that beget hope, love and
The opposite of fear.
I know now, that your furrowed brow is
Testimony to all the dreams that have filtered through
Your beautiful mind.
It tells of times that you held my hand through the tears
And insecurities that plagued my youth while
You stood firm as my voice of reason.
Your strong arms have secured me right through
The turmoil of my existence.
Where I see only hurt, you see an
Opportunity to learn from my misfortunes.
From you have I found a solid refuge,
Love, comfort, peace, wisdom, growth, courage, joy
And all things that have made me the man I am now.
Gazing at your illuminant gentle face , I feel the warmth
That your soul issues mine.
I also realise, now, that while you slept,
I remembered why I loved you from the moment
We met and why I will always love you and
Stand by you come war, peace, plenty or famine.
The reason is simple…
Just that you love me “Just the way I am”.
for Stephen Ezard (Who stood by me “Through It All”)
Frank Malaba © 2009
