Harbinger

As I held onto you in the silence

Did I sense death’s icy fingers near

Teasing the tangles of my hair

There was only this

Overwhelming sense

Of fragility

The feeling that

At any time

Disaster could take a knife

To our lives

How was I to know

These sensations were

A harbinger

Of all that was to follow

The overpowering of my self

Dissolution of all my senses

As tragedy struck

Its cuts

But for those precious moments

We both tasted

In the silence

The powerful

Yet oh so tender and fragile

Bonds of love