StilLove

Glancing up through the dirty windshield
(Dancing with you has made me thirsty)
Lost and found, blind but healed.
Clouds cover the sky in wide circles of light
Still reflecting what God sees...
What would I do if I were me?
Mountains of cumulus spread heaven over blue:
Silver-lined and filled with white,
Then you and me become we and move
Back and forth in a cadence smooth and tight;
We flex and stretch, alive with this rhythm,
With kisses both tender and fierce, almost a bite,
We hear bagpipes on the wind with a hymn
The sound surrounds us as silence takes flight.
Still we extend love into and around each other:
Time bends and twists and at the end starts to fray
Into lines of black ink that binds one lover to another.
Our celtic pride and love lingers on our fingers like rings
Encircling drawing us close she beneath and he above her.
(The scents on the air blend jasmine, lavender, and rose.)
This is the biggest decision of our lives...
     Still no reason to panic or be afraid,
As we carpet the floor with our clothes--
Opening the door of St. Patrick's Day and more...

3.17.2006