Of all the words I’ve written -
The truest ones were what I said to you - with every ‘I love you’
All the forgotten metaphors I’d toyed with
To build a towering story -
Or race the streets of nowhere -
Never reached the heights of sitting next to you.
Trekking the days of these ‘strange’ times together -
As the outside feels like crumbling,
and we go on blossoming.
In the silence of my pages - we’ve been building
A living, lifelong prose.
The gentle aperture of beauty -
That’s all at once, like striking lightening - and
Falling snow and -
Crashing waves and -
Some days; all to tell and share -
Others quiet by a book.
Driving rarely near or far -
But racing up the stairs.
The music plays -
The dinner sizzles -
The movie whispers -
The sun and moon forever shines.
The little notes stuck on our artful memories -
For an indoors world (of three), where adventures fill the same ‘ole rooms -
Still I follow you anew.
Matching heartbeats by the ocean or our bed.
And all the world feels at peace inside of me - and you.
How we fall asleep laughing -
And start the days - half hiding from the morning.
With the rightest roses and holding hands -
We yearn for one another.
While we plan ahead - and wish for summer.
We'll do everything together -
Creating joy by days -
And now - I'll never stop my loving you.
. . .