She delights

She delights

In so many ways.

Her mysteries unfold

At different rates,

And in an order

That seems unpredictable,

Yet with an uncommon

Rationale,

She pre-empts

Assumptions made,

And appears as new,

Ready to be

Re-discovered

Every single day.

So much of the familiarity

Lies below

The level of conscious thought

There is an understanding,

An act of union

That melds us together.

And we dance,

Even as the music

Disappears into silence,

Our rhythm dependent

On the rise and fall

Of breathing.

With so little

Movement

Our world is created

From memory.

We grow together

And yet

Remain singular

In both definition and identity.

We dream our dreams,

And those we share

Will go on

To realise

Themselves

In the opening of days

As, with every

New beginning,

I will marvel

In her capacity

To both mystify and enchant,

Even as the years

Of our alignment

Continue to trail

Behind us

Creating a fabulous wake,

Like the tail

Of a comet.

A shooting star

That does not fade,

But forever illuminates

The bell jar sky

And brings the stuff

Of magic and romance

To our world.