“And Spring Returns”
There is none like you….I have loved before
even as you….and believed each story’s ending inconceivable
without certain death to follow as night follows day.
But here we are, deep in each other’s eyes….like children
in an unfolding fairy tale – and no less credulous.
The years have altered nothing….dulled the senses
nor discredited the magic:
Our moon will ever be a swarm of silver locust on a rolled sea –
our stars will be loud and many as autumn starlings
Be glad as I am glad, for we have learned that love recurs,
richer for its fallow interval.
sings no less wondrously this night for having sung another.
And need I say that I have known no sweeter lips than yours
nor ever wakened to a brighter morning than this beside you?
See, my touch is as forever first –
I enter breathless as a frightened thief stealing into a church.