Tiger Wonder

Faint strokes of brush catch the ear

So delicate, so easily to disappear

Then there's shuffle of soft socks on the floor

The owner of house came to open the door

Observing it daily became my routine

I guess from the age when I turned sixteen

But somehow this ritual became meditation

That calmed storms and withered frustration

Sun shining, birds cheeping,

Rain falling, snow creeping

And here I kept sitting, so glued to the process

So very melodic, soft touch and the flawless

He aged and aged I in return

The grey in his hair were my tune

He barely was thirty when he fell to the floor

I knew it was sudden, so I rushed to the door

But body won't move, no matter the struggle

I wept and I cried, wished to help, yet my rugal

Kept being stone cold. My eyes were there - watching

Found short after by neighbour. Word catching.

I was glad seeing him pulled in by the ambulance

I truly hoped they'd pull him out of pain

Yet during night, as breath held the rain

He appeared to me, hugging tight in somnambulance

And it was the happiest I'll ever be

His spirit came to merge with me

My heart and his as one for night

That truly was the great delight

Days passed, his relatives in sight

Cleaning, taking things from side to side

But to my great soulful thunder -

He painted me - his tiger wonder

As canvas was turned around for me to see

I was further in love with this person dear to me

And I'll never forget, as I crumble

That I, as a statue, will forever hope to stumble

In rebirth, as his lover and dearest to him

So that finally happiness filled to the rim

Will live on in our art in the future

For I'm in love only once - that faithful creature