Today would have been our 35th anniversary.
Today would have been our 35th anniversary.
It is easy to forget.
As easy to remember.
The loss of it is
More than its lack.
The push-me pull you,
This way and that movement of wonder.
A curtain
Both open and closed.
The tilt of the moon
The symmetry in a pattern
An ocean of stars
The shimmer of a sea
The glimmer of a candle.
The lightness of breath
As everything moves in sequence.
The rush of it
The flow of mutuality
The warmth of flushed cheeks
Heat of blood.
The taste of it on the skin.
The Knowing
Without reason
The knowledge
So easily grasped
Without need
For words or understanding.
The loss of it
Accepted as inevitable
When push comes to shove
It is a rock.
Even in the dying
There is the promise
Of a return.
An essence of truth
In its passing
Into the eternal.
A moment of certainty
The meaning of
Being,
Neither lost nor found.
It is love.