For Dido..After Neruda...So It Seems Poem by r james sterzinger

I stare into the darkness
at my glasses
on the night table

they are old
wore, and no longer fit
the way they should
but tonight they are
my crucifix
my holy grail
my precious gift

tonight
I look at them
with awe
with new respect.
tonight
I look at them
like a dying man at a miracle

today through them
I saw your smile
through them
I saw my reflection
in your eyes.

your smile was framed
in your hair
and the light that twisted
through the vines
of the window.

my glasses are old
are out of date
I need a new pair.

but today
I would not trade
that moment
or those glasses
for all the gold
of the gods
in heaven
or hell