They say you should
love yourself first,
before they remind
you of every
stupid decision you ever
made.

You spend too much
(when was the
last time you
congratulated me on
how much I earn?)

You complain too much
(you can never know
what I suffer in
silence)

Your mother is overbearing
(do you realize
that all our other
parents are dead, and that
sometimes, she is right?)

You are intolerant
(I may be as resilient as a
diamond, just not
as shiny)

You are unfit to be alone with the children
(except when
you leave me alone
with them)

I don't understand you
anymore. I'm locked outside
your door. I tried asking
for more love,
but you are too busy.

Too busy.

And it is almost too late.

I love myself very much.
Even when all you notice
about me is what
you hate.

In mystery I drown.
Where does the money go?
What are you writing?
Why do you not see or hear me?

I am too angry to continue.
Innumerable betrayals
of my earnestness.
I cannot be helped.
That is why I started
helping myself.

What are you waiting for?
Why are you so afraid?
When did you become
this stranger, without
a glimmer of trust in me?

I want to forgive, but
You have taken so much from me.
First you gave me everything
and lifted me so high,
I worried about coming
down. I needn't have.
With every crack of my armor,
you brought me
lower to where you found
yourself, perhaps,
and further even -
with your hard, defensive blows -
straight bullets to my soul.

I don't want to talk anymore,
I don't want explanations.
Grief is a heavy thing
to carry along, and
most of the time it
steals the breath from my air
and I am gasping like
a stupid fish.

I would like for you to return
from where you
have removed yourself to.
According to your dreams,
you don't feel
safe there, anyway.

My wisdom is my allure
My understanding is my grace
My strength is my confidence
My sorrow sings and weeps
My fire ignites dreams
My persistence is my power
My pain helps me lead
My love will win this hour

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly.

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain.

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud.

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins.

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do.

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul.

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead.

Masters of War (Bob Dylan) - 1963

**** the utter confusedness
of this ten-twenty season,
everything happens for a reason
my *** -
**** happens, rather, and we
find the reasons - whether
our stories have that
sass is ultimately up to us
and our inborn criticisms.

Words are pouring out of this orifice
artifice, I dare you -
so please don't encourage
me now, it is only
for the good of the children
that I shut my mouth
around you,
until then I beg
to the spaces of Hope for
utter mercy -

because I do love you.

There are innumerable
details to string together about
order in/and disturbance
can be abhorrent
with each egregious
sentiment and
decibel mounting.

It doesn't make sense - no
of course not! Orca!
Random and unique
pains to the heart
that plague us like sea-whales
that are neither
fish nor sharks in my dreams,

not that you care.

The muses prowl
me in twos. Fascinate in threes and
disgrace themselves in fours. Like
families, when they
don't succeed.
When they fail to carry
forward what they
breed in some kind
of light for the
(unanimously) distraught soul.

Don't you agree? Raise
your hand and stop
complaining out
there in the stands
you - there - the rabble -
yes, you.

There is no getting it on
in the panopticon.

Are we making ourselves clear?
Have you noticed that
psychosis has taken
BOTH your dear poet
and your fear?
You won't read her lines,
so I doubt you will
care - despite your
undying love
for her.

No! That was not
facetious, not to you,
never on purpose, never
to hurt - there
are dos and don'ts -
when will
we ever learn?

But we have digressed
too many times to worry
now about the what
of what we're trying
to say I and do
believe

that words on the
page prove the
spirit's existence and
whatever "they" call
it matters not an
amoeba's ***.
See this thought?
All the intricacies
in all the universes
could not compensate
the most devastating loss of...

high-riding down
in the easy chair

See that? It's been said before -
and the confusing conclusion,
even though
I agree,
and don't care.

I'm lounging on laurels
for just this purpose,
and so I wallow,
not unpleasantly
considering how I miss
everything about us.

****...the word
will define me
even if you don't
know what it means.
I used to want so many
things from you, your
hands, and your desire.

Rough and tumble,
dominating my humble
trembling flesh; but I
was chasing thrills
you wouldn't catch for me;
I thought I heard
them calling,
then they disappeared in
an empty dawn.

What is needed is so
simple - in love to
be a **** is to open every
door, as walls crumble
noisily down I just open
wider - your energy
never frightened me.
In the least.

A **** knows where the
life force curls, feels it
unfurl and is not afraid.
She doesn't need
games or roles or
inventive play.

Touch me - there is nothing
left to say. You know
how to hold every
part of me as you shudder forth
that prayer.

What is death but
nothingness; when my
eyes are open
and my body soldiers on,
such beauty is all
I crave. Colors of the sky,
clean swept floors
and clear corners. I covet
not things just beauty
as a salve against
bleakness and
cruel disorder.

Be not
afraid of work, be
not afraid to start
thinking intricately
again.

I still need him (when the
dancing, lazy protest
ambles through the
lost downtown alley in
my soul where
fun is said
to reside) here, I need
him, always.

Fear shows me nothing
but symbiosis in
crisis a morbid
fixation of instinct
whose wolf-crying has
erased all
reality.

But there is nothing else to believe.

That seems to be the trouble
here with me;
there is no beauty left
in me for you to see.

Eureka!
I remembered that I have power
but frown and retreat as I realize
I have not the energy to
deploy it. But to rest -
the color of the sky
demands it now.

I blow smoke rings and
scribble the rubble
of what we were.
I see you there, and
I am glad, but
clearly the part of you that
contains my heart is
Saturn-bound. I
hope you can escape
the pull of
another orbit.

As previously stated, any type of
elsewhere glows with
radioactive waste and the
most unattractive side of
my desire's bad taste -
oh! it's worth forgetting, so I do.

But have you? Or (this
seems true) do you
think I'm there, where
wishful thinking meets despair?
Endlessly frustrated, no
use in speculating when
the facts are clear.
I'll just continue
my vigil - but please!
No more tears!
All the good men I remember
would and do agree
It doesn't become me.
It doesn't become me.

I blow smoke rings and
think about money -
my glasses fog up and I grasp
at abstract figments of worth while
your doubt takes a rest.

We were cosmic chemistry
(don't laugh) and
still are - nobody else
can call me baby and that cliché can still
hold a family together.

When I asked you if you trusted me
you said "sure" but you're
not. Yet I can see you, and
every time I ask you
if you love me, your
affirmation in return still pulls
with its original,
beautiful gravity.

Hope comes in small doses,
just enough to keep
butterfly wings
intact as they
float above
the bleak,
empty
plain.

Please stop lying
to me and yourself,
you're not even trying
anymore.

The years are flying by,
can't you see that?
Loneliness should not
be allowed past the
threshold of our door.

There are times when
the wrenching of my gut
as I observe you absorbed
in your distracting
pastimes
stops my breath and
slaps my face
in cruel reminder
that your fears about love
were Real.

Draw me up a list of pros and cons
for each moment of this
confounding, writhing existence.

I miss you! I say
I'm right here, you say.
And you are; pounding a hollow in my heart.

My experience is so foreign to you, with
so many of your silences in between
that I am lonely
without our common thread,
consumed with daily dread.

We broke every egg to build a life, so
why can't we clear away
the construction site?
As we work, some invisible poison - always new -
will creep in to soil my view
as the vista greys out to bleak.

The work of rubble clearing stops,
and meanwhile, I concoct
multiple versions of the words you do not speak,
of the stories you do not tell.

I acknowledge the weight of a hundred
years of anger, but
the only thing that brings peace
is the scent of us together.

Since the hourglass threatens,
I tell you this again,
begging you to hear it better:

I can only do so much to combat
my hardwired demons, but

*all it takes to clear the way is to
part my thighs and hear me sigh -
sit with me as the smoke rings rise
and pink and orange fill the sky.

My balances are low
Dust in the corner
Patience cowering
A wail stifling
(I promised to be quiet about it).

The deal was
Your hungry gaze
On my nakedness
Was to erase
The mundane.
Intead you're lost there
In the dreary daily
Managing to put me
To shame, for surely,
You are innocent. Yes,
This was done to you,
Never fear, I'm to blame.

I gorged on the
Wrong
Feast

I just don't understand
And I won't pretend it doesn't matter
The one thing I thought
We were both living for
Is now just an afterthought
On the floor
Of your cluttered room
I resisted tears for three weeks
I told myself it wasn't as bleak
As it obviously is
Last year I tried to find solace elsewhere
This year no longer cares
There is no elsewhere lurking
In other hearts
Just my own despair that has become
My art

Us and Them
Synchronic and Diachronic
Private and Public
Primitive and Civilized
Love and Hate
Black and White
Cruel and Kind
In your Eyes
Left behind

There is no Noble Savage
There is no Civilized Man
There is only this burning energy
And Desire
And Love
And Dreams

I fear my body of pain
It holds me, entranced
As I ache for my grandmothers'
Terrible endurance

I fear the rage
And the unlikeliness of
A just resolution or
Release from this sentence

Yet guilt weighs on my
Righteous indignation
For I am freer than 95%
Of the female population

(White and educated
Given "opportunity"
Ambitious and intelligent
All their hopes pinned on me)

But oh! the writhing!
The gnawing, piercing laughter
Of pain as heavy and intricate as the
Unattainable goal I'm after

(You can't make him understand
My mother told me, as my father looked away)

Use your strength and
They will brand you *****
A dog whose shining glory
Emanates from perky ****

Work horse and
Breadwinner
Emancipated drudge and
House cleaner

The body of pain
Writhes and seethes!
Yet he says - You're unattractive
When you don't aim to please

So I must smile
I must, I must!
He was nicer when
I aroused his lust

Will he love me then?
Will he set me free?
The body of pain howls -
*Never! Even monsters
Have to eat

***** can go **** himself
On a *****, dusty floor
I used to think I wanted him
But I'm not that woman
Any more

Cover me in Grace, come
Render the sky in this secret
Place -

Permeate this stasis
Eliminate all basis
For Doubt - the pace of
Histories that
(Remember, remember)
And Shame - the state of
Memories that
(Surrender, surrender)
As all are imperfect yet
All-deserving yet
(Ignorance squirming)
Darkness glittering -
Asunder, asunder!

Come let Gravity
Release my Weight
As the night slips under
The falling horizon
And the intricate Blunder of
Dawn - and the Light -
(Shimmering, shimmering)
Rises!

*In our grateful eyes

I been using a washboard since I was eight
Cutting up the fels-naptha with a paring knife
One tub to wash
The other to rinse
Hanging on the line and then
Shaking out the stiff wrinkles
In the half-frozen dawn

Sunrise sure looked pretty,
All pink and orange and gold
I used to shiver but not from the cold
Thinking of scrubbing and rubbing
My hands raw
Bending and stooping
As my heart grew old

Not my body though -
I knew how beautiful I was
But I also knew how
Dangerous was love
Both the making and bearing of children
Lord knows how it rips you up
Shreds your most tender parts
Screaming bleeding flesh!
I don't think about it much
And anyway, it ain't always
About love - making babies and
Soiling clothes

A while back there were six of us
In the house
With the boys, when they were home
Wash day came twice a week then
When they brought home
The machine it's true it got a little
Easier but it still took me
The better part of two days

When the little ones visited, laundry day
Was every day
I didn't mind then - they
Were bright as sunshine those
Children
No mark of my agony on them

My granddaughter is having her first
Baby now and she does complain,
There are piles of damp, rumpled
Towels and men's shirts
For her to attend to, they
Constrain her conference calls and
Computer time and
Once I caught her sobbing
About the endlessness of it all

And the invisibility
I thought - that's the worst part,
She hadn't even realized yet
But I won't tell her about it,
She'll see soon enough
I don't want to burden her

With the centuries of
Memories of
Drudgery
I carry in my cells
(My grandmother had thirteen children - who lived)
I don't want her to know the enormity of it
One day soon,
She will understand all too well
And it will surely break her heart

I miss the love notes
You used to send me
I miss the rough gestures you used
The urgency to get me alone and uncovered
To corner me, open me
Taste me, anchor me -
With that custom-fit grip -
Oh, how I surrendered then!
I felt peace like a blanket
Covering our lives.

But there was an explosion,
All the ***** I had in the air
Shattered and scattered
To the four winds,
Except for the shrapnel
Lodged in my flesh
How it aches when it rains!
Somehow you are blind to this pain
And so I float
Out in the deep
The water is so cold
But I know you will come for me
Eventually.

For the time being I tread water
Starving with aching limbs
My passion is wailing in silent,
Bitter - but ultimately vain -  protest
Still, I am grateful
For the care you give the children
I am a modern mother
Torn to shreds
By the partial victory
Of my supposed emancipation

I rise before dawn
Most days
There is promise in the brightening sky -

I linger long
Over coffee with hot fluffy milk, as
There is also promise in the rich bitter rush,
Even as it passes me by.

Possibility and memory
Fight over turf
In both your heart and mine -

While inside my tired mind
The voice fed by too many books
Tries to be kind,

And fails.

My darling, she says
You are shiny and beautiful
And no doubt have the smarts -
But you're a *****! Can't you see?
A cold-blooded ***** who breaks hearts.

Not so! I exclaim,
Defending my honor,
I have always walked the high road
And I look back at her facelessness -
Her shallow reserves -
I'm convinced she's a goner.

And then you cheered for me!
Before turning your back,
And looking down at your screen,
Gathering your steam
Traveling as you flee -
You are walking down a path
Toward a horizon I cannot see.

While the voice laughs with cruel glee,
I pray you won't yet forget about me.

Without your eyes to look into,
I stare with emptiness, out to sea.

Those who judge
My man's maybes
Know nothing
Of the light he shines
On my soul
As he orbits around me -
They know nothing
Of the detonation,
My coronation,
Our journey,
Our elation.

His certainty
Is us
That part of the job
Is done
Still we move on -
Final destination
*To come

As it turns out
Hide-and-seek
Is the game
So I hide all the
Troublesome parts:
Lust, despair and confounding
Passion -
And wait.
But you never came to seek.
This last time
I decided to stay hidden
In the hopes
You would notice my absence
And worry -
Perhaps miss me.
I keep my eyes closed
Most of the time, so
I can't see how beautiful you are
(The bright light
Blinds me in my cache).
Because as we all know
I am hidden in plain sight -
*Waiting day in and night
Out - yes - leave the night
Out, please -
I cannot abide the night.

Why is the world so grey?
Who is the thief who robs my joy away?
Where is home - and how do I navigate the day?
So many land mines
Trip wires
And I keep dreaming of home
And change
And goodbyes
Suitcases and belongings
Such dreams make me tired
I am alone, yet there is no quiet
No rest
No life -
Only tasks to complete
Before tonight

I wish so truly to be free
But my beautiful mind
Acts as enemy.
O present moment, just to be!
But now is drowning
In difficulty.
Find the uses of adversity
Wisdom of old says to me -
But like a haystack
Ignoring the needle,
Utility I cannot see -
So even as my smart ***
Keeps quoting Nietzsche...

(More strength may be
The last *******
thing I need)

*I must remain as quiet as can be,
Drifting, drifting - out to sea -
Out here, perhaps the Furies
Will calm their assault -
Finally.

I smashed all the ***** dishes in the sink
Out of fury and frustration
The loneliness of all my responsibilities
Weaknesses
Desires
And mistakes
Is enveloping me like a dark blanket
I may as well stay in this bleak shelter
Each attempt to emerge
Fails as the burdens never lift
And my mind does not change

There is a vacancy
Where my ambition was once lodged
In my heart

The burden of proof is on the accuser,
That is how the system works -
The accused is innocent until proven guilty
Yes, but the system has its quirks.

He drugged her and dragged her to a room
Shut and locked the door
Undid her togetherness
A fistful of hair
A brief, brutal struggle
Left  blood drops on the floor
Bruises, internal tearing
Cruel laughter, violently daring
Himself to take it all
Leaving her unconscious
When he wanted no more

Why wake up?
Death seemed preferable to remembering
Or even to understanding
What her life would be now -
She shut that thinking down -
Hurried downtown
Trying to believe
The authorities would listen
To her story and
Help me not to die from this -
Please, help me to go on and live.

She had spoken but three words: *I was *****
When the questions began to fly -
Not about the crime itself,
But rather about her style:
When will you learn not to drink so much?
Are you sure you didn't lead him on?
What were you wearing last night, anyway?
And don't you usually give it up for a song?
I heard that about you -
You're kind of slutty, isn't that true?
How do we know the criminal here
Isn't you?

But he ***** me - it did happen.
Do you think I'd invent this - because I regret my "fun"?

Well, you should, little missy -
You should regret it indeed.
Ultimately it's your own fault
That he couldn't control his need.
It's your burden now,
Our work here is done.
Next time you get drunk,
Just be more careful, ok ***?

She jumped off a bridge on her way home
From the station
The officers who took her statement
Had coffee and doughnuts
And went back out to hit the pavement.
The ****** is innocent until proven guilty,
And so he went free.
This is how the system works
You're naïve if you don't believe me.

When will it return?
The incessant lust you had?
Shall I wither, die, then?

Even if I made you better, forever
As you said
I also made you miserable
Caught up in my head
Lust and loneliness
Deep, abiding dread
Why can't we talk to each other?
The lament of all lovers
Living and dead

Nothing is resolved
But I no longer want to be involved
In extraneous conversations
That distract from the
One Mission we have -

Our Happiness

For I am Yours and always will be
For better, worse - and eternity

The rent check bounced again
No-one did the dishes last night
Or took out the trash this morning
The kids were late for school
I blew off work and stared at the floor
Dust bunnies mocking my sense of order
You stupid *****, as if control
Were ever going to be yours

I used to be able to
I used to be able to push past it
I used to be able to push past it and keep going

Going where?
I ask myself now.
I thought I had arrived, but
There are still piles of laundry on the floor
And you've shut the door
To your heart -
And I'm still hurtling
Down the highway
Lost on the bi-way
Sure, I did it my way
Staying high every day
Ensures I have an appetite to stay
Here

(I could just leave,
Set them free -
I'm not even sure
They would miss me)

As the resident
Over-achiever
It is my right
To stay in bed this week -
And next -

Why would you not grant me that freedom?

You would.

But I don't want it - I can't let go
Of the illusion of control
Or the reaching of a goal
That means nothing -
Only the success
Of a seductive
Shiny
Lie

Oh, the inanity!
When there is a hard stop
On a difficult subject,
Crucial crubicile of
Domestic life -
As if life could be
Undomestic!
Would we run naked
Through the jungle,  then?
Call the random campfire home?
Such misguuded belief in a
"State of Nature", ha!
Gee, thanks for that, Rousseau.
But I digress.
The real distress
Is the mess, as I said.
None of it matters when we're dead.
It's enough to survive,  isn't it?
Are we not all dust, in the end?

It is rather tragic
If not ironic
How we both
Give each other so much
All the while
Neither of us
Has enough.

What we give
Goes for the most part
Unreceived.

The doctor says it's benign
But I know the signs
Of my madness  -

There they are,
Up ahead,
As I return home with
Such unfortunate
Dread.

Small details involving
Dust and tiny
Useless objects,
So much
Out of place.

I close my eyes
An inner cringe
Overtakes me and
Color disappears
From my world.

Into chaos I am
Hurled and as the
Vortex swirls
I try to breathe
Evenly -

But not even your smile
Can help me now.

I take refuge in the sky
Swirls of smoke
And a "good" cry
But that is an oxymoron
For you,
As you despise
My sad moods.

It would be easier,
We all know,
To think otherwise,
But there's no known
Cure.

Can you come inside my mind
For a sec?
If you could see what
I see,
Maybe
We could move away
From the Edge.

This place where we
Look past what
We don't
Umderstand
About each other

Whatever the doctor's
Diagnosis,
This is psychosis!
The banal noises
And messes
Of life beimg lived -
The hustle and bustle,
Crinkle and rustle,
The clutter required
To exist.

All so much
Black Magic
Darkenimg my soul
As I wax pathological
Yet again.

Not to want
What thought you were
Yearning for.
Seeing its true form and
Doubting the benefit you were
So certain of obtaining
That warm summer day
When the visualization of
The outcome was -
Oh! So enticing.
Releasing the desire for it
Turning around
And walkimg away -

There freedom emerged
From a rubble you no longer
Cared to fret over,
In fact,
The relief at escaping
The challenge
Is so sweet -

It sweeps you off your feet.
You lay down to -- finally
Rest on your laurels.
No more chasing squirrels.
They've wasted more than
Enough
Of your precious,
Precious time.

The right kind of love
Your mouth locking on mine as
My fireworks go off

Dear beloved poets,

Your and you're
Their and there
To and too
Breathe and breath

For the love of all things past, present, future and conditional, please take a moment to learn the difference! You'll feel awesome, I promise.

Emotions overcome us,
Sometimes we feel powerless
But we never are -
A different place in the universe
Is just a decision away.

The place where you are
Is where I want to stay -

This becomes ever more obvious
With each decision I make.

I've made a promise
To no one but myself and
I ; *be invisible

I don't know how else to tell of despair
Except with a river of tears
Death and cruelty take over my lair
The sun no longer shines
The air does not smell sweet
The blue of the sky turns to ****-colored grey
And my eyes look so much older than my years
These tears stain your heart and ruin the day
They make their mark on my soul
And on your love for me take a deadly toll
Stop crying, you say
But it still hurts so much
So you must numb yourself
Do not crave his touch
Do not hope for much
Suicide we cannot condone
You cannot leave your children here alone
Sedate the tears away, and go through the motions
Whatever you do - STAY
That may be all you can do, today

Nothing is really simple -
Even single-celled organisms
Or neutrinos
Have complexities.
So, imagine a human heart -
It's impossible, don't even start.
I've decided
That we must decide
For ourselves what will be simple -
Unquestioned -
In our lives.
Complex decision, indeed,
One might think.
But no, not nearly,
The simple things are
Suddenly obvious sometimes,
When conditions and circumstance
Collude -
I will always stay with you
Was suddenly the truth
One day -
All Saint's Day, to be precise,
When the living and the dead
Cease their revelry
And return in restful peace
To their rightful homes.
These things are always particular,
To each human being,  but
You are the one person
Who has the same unquestioned
Simple things as me.

Spin me like a top
I'm already dizzy so why not
Whichever way
I end up facing
I'll be looking at you
There's not a single vsta
On the horizon
Without you in it
But no matter
I can't see five feet
In front of me
Past the Qualifiers
You impose
In order for you
To love me

The sky is orange again
At two ******* a.m.
I wish we could be friends -
There seems to be no end
To the useless emotions,
Possessions and
Obsessions
That mean nothing here
Or when we're dead -
Because one day,
We will be dead.
That **** is not just in my head.

Nothing I've written
Will you admit you've read -
Stop writing me letters
You said,
It goes nowhere.
How about, instead,
You shut the **** up,
And go back to bed.

It's so strange how years after
You've finished
Breastfeeding a child
You can suddenly
Have a phantom milk
Let-down to
Remind you that
It's all over.

I wish you would remember
What made you say
There was no way
You would ever be able to stay
On the couch with me
And not set my nakedness
Free.

It happened once,  recently.
Briefly.
But then I ruined it.

Communication
Betrayal
Desire
Divine
Women
Rejection
Frustration
­***
Love
Men

I wandered through the wilderness
Crying for release
I knew it, but didn't realize
I was already at peace

I wish I were a robot
Beep boop, beep bop
Robots can't ****
Beep boop,  beep bop
Just thinking and processing
Beep boop, beep bop
No emotion!
How disgusting
*Beep boop, beep bop

I'd rather be beaten
With Sticks and Stones
Than have to hear
The Words you've hurled
At me.
They stick to my skin -
Skin covered in sin -
Slimy with blood from all the battles
I did not win.

From now on, no-one gets in.
If you want permission to enter,
You'll have to find the key -
I threw it to the wind -
Wind howling in the light so dim.

I never doubted
Your love for me -
Even when I said I did,
I didn't.

Our Love is
A unique and rare thing
Your heart joined with mine
Together form a Treasure
A Gift we will be
Unwrappimg
Forever.

Certainty doesn't even begin
To cover it.
That was only where we
Started.

So. Where will we go from here?
It doesn't matter,
Were together, have no fear.
Whatever journeys we take alone
Our Treasure is always near.