Late
later than we knew,
but that is eternally,
you.
Profoundly present, attentive,
ignorance only in the future,
the moment reigns supreme,
you.
All other time,
is trivialized by experience,
the sand amidst the dune,
you.
When the day ends,
when the next begins,
it is always comforted by,
you.
Now, here,
living fuller lives,
loving more,
we.
To stand before that raging tide and say, “no.”
the salt laden water rising to the throat,
confides in me such pride on which to bestow;
to sink beneath the waves and yet rise afloat.
For all the times that change found her overcome,
and would for others be enough to succumb;
for every kind word we have contemplated,
and all that we have yet to face.
The sunrise shattered by morning dew;
a carnival of colors dancing excitedly,
while its warmth wraps around –
like tetherball with no opponents.
The way rain feels in summer heat,
that comforting coolness, relief;
as a letter from a dormant friend
written in broken cursive.
The joy of fresh vegetables harvested,
from seeds sown of your own hand.
That long wait, the effort, vindicated
by a nourishing meal and a full stomach.
You are all these things to me,
you are indescribably more.
With exuberance, peace and pride,
a life is well lived when at your side.
Your keys on the table waiting
or wallet lost in a strange place.
The sound of alarm from your phone
or the shower shutting off suddenly.
Noises from the bedroom when I’m up early
or the door opening when I’ve slept in.
Nail polish lined up like soldiers
or clothes laid out on the bed.
A phone call on the way home
or a message with three short words.
That first wakeful moment
or the last before I succumb to sleep.
A great life is found at the end of anticipation.
Fine folds with matched edges
Frayed threads are unavoidable
But folded in they become
Inconsequential
Sewn together
Two isolated fabric tapestries
Become more in symphony
Something to wear against the world
A hat to protect us from the burning sun
A shirt to express ourselves
A sweater to keep us warm in the cold
A coat to stop the rain.
Separately fabric is beautiful potential
A needle and thread
Piercing and binding
Through breaking the skin
Becoming stronger
Fabric in fugue is the foundation for life’s success.
True love is draws from deep within;
where quiet thoughts can now begin
and extracted from the mind
like ripe fruit pulled off the rind
to be shared with one who is starved
and set their mind to be carved;
the rough edges citrus-hewn
leave you shaped by love’s sharp tune.
Both parties give and they take
yet each for the other’s sake
and both become their better
sharing these adaptive fetters.
For love unshared will only spoil,
never to seed life’s fertile soil,
but when such fruit shares its prize
that bounty balloons in size
and those who are this way fed
find that good health lies ahead;
their convictions will harden
and they plant fertile gardens.
The winds that blow across the sea will find you,
And where they do, so too will I be found,
The shadow cast of your wonderous light true,
Forever free to remain attached and bound.
You change, evolve, and grow into something more,
And I admire you anew, as before,
These winds that endlessly carve away the land,
Change all save the bond you and I have in hand.
Grow Gray With Me 