You’re in my life again
The candle couldn’t burn
The fire must not lose its flame
No rain in a week, fitting my mood.
No wandering men stick their thumbs
In the road. No more plants die
Now lush sprigs, herbs, and buds bloom
On this beaten path we are so secretly walking;
Eyes closed, hands clasped, hearts steady-
We’ve done this three times before
And more ahead. Straight or
Curvy, up and down.
The lantern will never go out
Not even when it rains.