Only time can elucidate The depth of blue Storms dissipate Pulling confused debris Out to sea Endless treasures beneath Though not a coin Exchanged No ill-gotten gain Wilderness reserve Sustained our futures' sake Fables, myths and legends Barely touch the surface Canon of heartfelt Love in its place Delivered in waves Washed ashore Upon fate's call We might meet In this place First, dip the toe Wade to rocky outcrop Float to surface Let the affect Carry you away A bond ever-giving Calling me to stay
Passing decades ripple down River washing away debris I stand willingly Against tide and storm Rising up Seemingly to test resolve Another decade cold feet Bury deeper into ground Toes tickled by roots Holding me fast Another few and my time Will be past With only the memory Of those I sheltered Whether they be ghosts Dreams, or heroes At last
Here I write
Words we might aspire to
Though we'll likely disappoint each other
But we will try not to
In moments when we realise
Our needs did not come first
We will hold our hurt for a little while
Then allow time and space
For the other to grow
Be nurtured, then return,
If she may.
These vows may increase
Or slowly be erased
Their effect will be life-lasting
But if we find ourselves
Staring at a blank page
We can write new vows
Afresh with hope or
Fold it lovingly
Into a sleek airplane
and send it on its way
Downy white hairs
Kissing your cheek
Lines hugging face
Curves cling to waist
My eyes wrap round
Your whole being
Love who you are
In every possible way
A painter poised
Dips nib on palette
Tenderly caresses
Curves and shades
From whispers
To grand gestures
Silence fills blank space
What's left unsaid
Presence like a guest
Stepping backwards
Canvas a kaleidoscope
Never erased
Grace me your presence I'll show gratitude With woven keepsakes Letters penned with Nervous fingers Eyes squinting through Brave smiles Tinged with tears Their worth on earth Insignificant Compared to the hours Spent deliberating From conception To delivery So many gifts Not borne Out of propriety Cakes pretending to be Bouquets of flowers Dates quiet candle lit Bars of mirrors Flowing golden liquid In glass walled shrines Escaping the haste To a yellow cottage On the coast With nothing but A bottle, a book And ourselves Dreams that teach me Who I am To be
Count the stars of heaven 