A Life
Fulfilled
Agony of
the tide drawing my heart
toward
an unknown horizon
a
balance of who I am and what I want to be
Awaiting
the nourishment only you can provide,
as the
waves wash over me and I reach for your hand.
The
jealous earth is mindful of the torment
and
awaits the end, when ashes to ashes,
my life
is strewn in the wind, greeted by the sky,
Washed
away by the storms,
Remembered
for the place I held.
Where
shall I go, when the well is dry?
How will
I feed when the garden is barren?
This is
why I look in your eyes and see a future
as the
next chapter in an unending text.
May our
souls be knit forever
and the
thoughts intermingle in our oneness,
no hands
to grasp, but light unfolds
and
carries us to better prose than either
of us
could imagine.
Shall my
heart feint, or will your embrace
quiet
the tide as it rolls over the decades
when
several paths would have been quite different
had we
never met.
But
we've always been together, called to visit
with one
another these years, and putting our memories
in the
stars, enjoying what we call today.
5/7/2006
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