Happiness hangs loosely on your
lives,
A garment that you wear with fortune's
blessing.
Praised be both the wisdom and the will
Pressed between the pages of your days,
Years and years of choices amid chances.
For now, this day, the rhapsody revives
Old memories of love beyond expressing,
Returned as music, passionate and still,
That turns and turns with wonder as it plays,
Yearning that refuses trite romances.
There is a place in all love that survives --
Home, where nakedness needs no undressing,
In which, with candor and sufficient skill,
Reason turns away its clear-eyed gaze,
Deferring to the heart, which weeps and
dances.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Forever Yours. By Wayne Jones. Music free to use at YouTube.