Here I Am

By Michael Nesmith

Slowly into Winter goes the ash of life.
Wholly independent windows framing time.
Downward drops the ridiculing eyes so blind.
Love has conquered once again uneven rhyme.

Marie, my sweet Marie.
Here I am.

Holding onto moments meant for each to share.
Grasping at the bells as they began to tare.
Wearily the healing comes to lift the care,
Opening your hand and finding I'm still there.

Marie, my sweet Marie.
Here I am.

Letting go of a rusty old beginning,
Turning to the sun.

Easily I give you now the thoughts I can.
Gentle reassurance from a gentle man.
Toppling the barrier to spoil the view.
Let me offer what I've taken back to you.

Marie, my sweet Marie.
Here I am.
Here I am.