Forever is just an eye-blink away
The march of time we cannot sway
No longer can I say I’m invincible, I’m strong
That’s why it’s so wrong
Not to take this moment now
To find the words to tell you somehow

How much you mean to me
Despite the passage of time
I’m reaching out to those I hold dear
To say what I want you to hear
Wherever you may be, wherever you are
I want you to know how much I care

Forever is just an eye-blink away
The march of time we cannot sway
It’s too easy nowadays to lose perspective
And avoid being introspective
But we can’t let the daily grind make us lose focus
And let those precious moments of sharing escape us

We have to try to break down those lengthy silences
And mend those broken fences
We have to try to restore communication
And converse without provocation
We have to try to stop being judgmental
And simply celebrate being sentimental

Forever is just an eye-blink away
The march of time we cannot sway
All my joys and all my sorrows
All my yesterdays, todays, and tomorrows
For better or for worse
You’ve help shape my life’s course

So with the approach of this holiday season
I’ve created this poem for a loving reason
Please let my words warm your heart
Even though we’re far apart
Even though times spent together are much less
Love for family and friends in these times is still priceless

Forever is just an eye-blink away
The march of time we cannot sway
When the sun rises on the brand new year
May all your hopes and dreams dawn clear
May each and every one of you
Always know that my love for you is true

© L. Kupfer 12/13/09

With my eyes I have watched
Trees bending and swaying
Into the wind
The sudden forked flash
Of lightening
And the gyrating rhythm
Of raindrops

The telephone was invented quite accidentally
Little did Mr. A.G. Bell know that he had created a monster
But whether its rotatory, touch-tone, cordless, or cellular
I can only reach out and touch someone with my eyes

Radios, televisions, CD players are commonplace
VCR’s have spawned DVD’s, the latest is iTunes on the Internet
But for me, nothing can compare to seeing Melissa Etheridge
Or many other performers live and in person, with my eyes

With my eyes I have witnessed
The myriad riots of brilliant color and texture
The splendor of the frenetic and the sedate celebrations
That make up the madness known as Mardi Gras

Birthdays, graduations, funerals, Christmases
Family reunions, historical moments, ringing in the New Year
All the experiences and memories of a lifetime
My eyes have seen and celebrated them all

My eyes have drunk in the beauty
Of my lover’s body
Traveling the soft curves, gentle swells, delightful hollows
To mirror the nuances of pleasure and desire in her eyes

With my eyes, I see, I read, I cry
Just like every other human being
But I also hear and I listen
For my eyes are also my ears

©L. Kupfer

Lips come in all sizes and shapes
Thin and fat lips, tight and loose lips
Petite, average, generous, even puckered!

There are small mouths and big mouths
Each with their own peculiar mannerisms
Whether they be natural, adopted or learned.

Foreign objects often are dangling from lips
Or clenched in teeth, being chewed, spit, and loudly smacked
Adding texture to the words as they tumble forth

Missing teeth, dentures, stutters, lisps, braces, toothaches
And those upper lip hairy caterpillarsthat men love to nuture
All add to the overall challenge

There’s a difference between a shout and a whisper
A rapid fire staccato delivery and a leisurely country drawl
As well as a monotone that’s mumbled or grumbled

Imagine trying to decipher your dinner companion’s words
While they’re being chomped, squished, and crunched
Before, during, and after each forkful of food!

Many words look alike to the lipreader
Like have-half…… had-hat-and….two-too-due
Sometimes it’s guesswork, othertimes it’s logic and reasoning

Finally, contrasting shadows and light
Either enhance or distort the efforts
And its always impossible to lipread in the dark!

Whew, I’ve covered the entire obstacle course
Its not without its frustrations and mishaps
But somehow I get by……

©L. Kupfer