Aniv III

These days will change
Those days proved this

This love will grow
That old love showed us that

If we take what we're left with and
Cultivate its roots.
Trim the dead edges
Make sure nourishment is a priority

Then under this sun

Our love will grow
Our love will show

As these lonely nights move into the past.
Through a window of a modest house

In a little pink room a full moons rays silhouette the child that was there first.

A few steps down the way a candle light flickers as husband and wife sleep while holding hands
So much pain before but that was then
These days he is smelling sober and she is not hurt
At the foot of their bed a bassinet waits

This family has been through a fall and crashed right into winter.

As this snow melts, from the ground did rise the tiny rose of a seed that was planted years before in a dream of their river.

Her withered hands have been spotted for years
His eyes have taken the old man’s pale shade of blue

There children watch from afar tears in their eyes making sure to hush the next generation

He smiles I love you, as she surrenders her acceptance
All time stops still as they peer at the mountain they had met under a lifetime before.

And as these brooks flow into the streams that someday will lead into a ocean of life. a dragon fly catches the attention of two young lovers as they fall In love on the banks of  one of Gods glacial rivers.
My angel