we will always be

daydreams and
moonbeams
and thoughts of You and I,
wellsprings
and wordings,
and the occasional
lullaby;
what are all
these things, like
the color of Your
mood ring,
in the grand scheme,
what is the real
theme, that carries us
to the sky?
heartstrings,
plucked one-by-one,
define us both,
together, and as
one;
what can I say,
that saves the day,
any price I pay
for Your love;
we walk on,
dawn to dawn,
assured in just one
thing:
that we know the song,
that brings us along,
and we both know
just how to sing;
and though the road dips
and curves,
and the trek often
jangles our nerves,
we know one thing:
our love thrives,
even as it serves
to mystify,
to trick the eye,
to pretend to say
goodbye,
but it never leaves,
it interweaves and
lies beneath all that
we are,
tormented,
tattered,
spent,
shattered;
we will always
be.



April 4, 2010, for the Wifey, whom I have loved forever, and will continue to do so.

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