Seasons come and go; the love remains.
Each year the winter tolls the passing time
As holidays provide a welcome sign,
Summoning the joy that life sustains.
O Wanderer, let go ambitious aims,
Nor seek to make your days and dreams align!
Seek instead what's never yours or mine,
Gift of one who goes by many names.
Remember that your love's your only home,
Embracing what you have as what you will,
Even when your heart is full of yearning,
The music that turns sorrow into song.
In every deep-felt passion there's a poem
Needing only some deft writer's skill.
Go, then, write your verses, turning, turning,
Sure as ever of where you belong.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Video and Audio Music: Touching Moment. By Wayne Jones. Music free to use at YouTube.