By the time the clock struck 9pm, we had decided to call it a night. He went straight to sleep but I was awake for a long time. I walked to and fro the bedroom and the living room to check one last time if there’s anything left undone for the day. When finally I made up my mind to join him in bed, I allowed darkness to slowly enveloped our room as I pulled the closet light switch off. But then I stopped for a while when I noticed from the corner of my eye, a small white thing laying on top of my pillow. I walked quietly at a snail’s pace closer to the bed and there I found a piece of neatly folded paper. I took it and there are words written in it that I could barely make out so I turned around to reach for the bedside lamp and switched it on. The light was dim enough for me to be able to read it without waking him up. And so it was a poem, a new one he’d probably just read and wanted to share with me or simply something he feels like giving in return …
Preparedly, I tried to remove the quandaries of everyday life to enter into the enchanted words of the poem with a relaxed feeling. That way I can envision far inward through the image of the written way…
and the poem goes:
One Day I Wrote Her Name Upon the Strand by Edmund Spenser
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay
A mortal thing so to immortalize!
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eek my name be wiped out likewise.
Not so (quoth I),let baser things devise
To die dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your virtues rare shall eternalize,
And in the heavens write glorious name;
Where, when as death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live and later life renew.
end of poem.
I finished the journey through the writer’s spirit…
I folded the paper back, placed it on the bed table, turned the light off and kissed him goodnight. He’s still asleep and this time I could hear his slow-steady breathing…
Darkness once again filled our room and I laid awake for a little longer wandering through the galaxy of my mind. Then I stopped and smiled and told myself :
So the brownies I baked yesterday turned out right well. (wink. wink!)