Beneath the logs, a flame sits to
crackle and heat and bake…
This is where we come, from hard
snow shoveling, to take
a warming, rested break.
The deep parts of my life pour onward,
as if the river shores were opening out.
It seems that things are more like me now,
That I can see farther into paintings.
I feel closer to what language can’t reach.
There are times when my wife has a fit.
Then she treats me like a twit.
Or worse she treats me like a cur.
What did I ever do to her? ?
Falling in love with love,
There’s nothing like this,
Become like someone you love,
Is what I hope for and miss.
My love is lonely tonight,
“What’s that that hirples at my side?”
The foe that you must fight, my lord.
“That rides as fast as I can ride?”
The shadow of your might, my lord.
Though nurtured like the sailing moon
In beauty’s murderous brood,
She walked awhile and blushed awhile
And on my pathway stood
Until I thought her body bore
As I was walking down the street
An old girlfriend I chanced to meet.
…. I hugged and kissed her on the nose
…. She said how very apropos
The first time my eyes saw you,
The first time I saw you smile,
I knew you hear was pure and true,
And your eyes were as blue as the Nile,
If we are lucky enough in life….
We get lassoed by love’s leash hung around our lifely necks.
We meet that special person-whether they be a husband or wife.