Sometimes Time cracks open like
Revealing life's meat neatly nestled in.
Between such moments Time is like a river
Flowing towards some dark and angry dream.
My love for you breaks through the skin of sky,
Breaks through the dream of Time, more real than real.
I choose to anchor life on this fixed point,
A passion deep enough to plumb the sea.
Did this love choose me when we first met?
Was I seized by something more than life?
All I know is through our love I've found
A loveliness more tangible than Time.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon