What Of Now?

If I was a blind man
wandering through the days
not seeing the beauty
guiding my hand across ways
life to me unbenounced,
feeling only through you
I experience my last pleasures
the recording of memories
personal treasures,

If I was old and grey
a silver mane dancing
to the outline of my face,
ancient lines- each a map
of travels, hurts, moments passed,
would you look past?
wrap your fingers tighter
around my clasp,

If I was broken
in body- a cripple of youth
weakened by wear and tear
many years of struggles- bruise
but you saw more than a frail figure
our spirits lit
like flames
your heart did lightly sit
upon mine,

What of now?
we each belong to others
a waiting game
till the end, when eyes close
and open
I hope fate,
is as we chose.