Our love is not fleeting
Or frail
It dances wildly
Like motes on a summer breeze
I am never lonely
When I am with her
She does not leave me
Feeling empty
The candle flame drifts
In our eyes
Makes them shine deep blue
Sometimes things feel helpless
And endless
It chokes us like a
Cotton dress buttoned up
Too tightly
It does not seem to matter
Anymore
What we are seeking
It is more like a ride
She whispers
A wonderful trail
Of bicycle wheels
Turning smoothly
In the night
Leaving patterns in the earth
Making our bodies move
And sway
A gentle rhythm
And a quiet prayer
A permanence which brings
Comfort and stability
Of that I am glad.
