Aux puces No 12.
|Even as the years accumulate,
In love there is a wonder always there,
Grace like light along a dark horizon,
Harbinger of sunrise in the heart,
Taking us each dawning by surprise.
Years pile up like leaves, disintegrate,
Each memory a seedling that we share
As we become entangled in a rhizome
Rich with roots we cannot tell apart,
Selves made one on which each self relies.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon