The silent hand circles througnh the minutes,
spinning throungh the hours.
time itself swallows up the days, which churn to months,
before the years turn over the endless cycle of the seasons.
9 in all, my love, have passed us by,
9 months of our friendship, sturdy in the winds of time.
storms come and go, and beat against the sides of our unity,
but still we glow in the radiance of our togetherness.
Like the glory of a sailboat at sea, we fly through the combers big and small,
we huddle aboard in the bounty of our friendship and share the helm,
the cycle of the tides come and go, and we alter our course as best we might,
while the weathers of life shower us with choices.
In the guiding lamp of a barmy night we walk together on our pathway.
in the glow of the full moonlight we amble across the grassy knoll in the smell of the country night.
in the burbling wavelets on the yellow sand, our feet mingle with the oceans.
In hot shoes on the streets, the stress of the urban way presses against the day.
in the evening, behind the closed front door, in the shelter of the home, the day washes away.
There we meet again and share what may.
within the infinite space of the universe we gather our harvest in the warming light of our friendship which mysteriously bonds us in the ether of endless possibilities.
there is no shame,
there should be no claim,
but in the midst of the mist,
my darling stranger,
I LOVE YOU!...
