(for our children)

and to
you what
will my
final day's
shadow cast.

a name, an
address,or a
public place
to visit
my bones.

when everything
is said
and done.

my children
you were
the givers
the nurturers
of me.

the tillers of
my spirt and
of my
soul.

and where ever
the endless
days of
eternity's
journey might
lead me,

the joy
of holding
you as
infants.

watching
your dreams
come true,

of holding
leading your
hands
through life.

have all
been
my greatest
worth.

to heaven
or hell
I go,

I go
the
richest
of men.

Lying next
to you.

God
blesses me
wakes me
this morning.

another day
of grace.

of loving
you.

full wet
deep
kisses,

hand in
hand
moments
at the
grocery
store.

honored
witnesses
of our
children
growing
old
before
our eyes.

lying naked
exhausted
to all
hours on
a Sunday
afternoon.

taste
of you
always
on my
lips.

a prayer
for
you
always
upon
my heart.

and the
rhythm
of my days
is the
movement
of your
breath,

and ordinary
is not
a place
for us.

and forever
is always
our Heavenly
Father's
gift of

this one
moment

that I
share
with you.

my love
the depths
of my heart
that I have
given you

I can
never
take back.

or give
witness
to another.

entwined
and shadowed
as one
we have
become.

in the
breaths
that we
take.

the sun
and half
slivered
moon
that we
follow.

always I
will be
here,

and you
here
beside
me.

and when
we awake,

we will
nourish
each other

another day.

and support
and devote

all that
we do

to each
other's
needs and
God's faith
and our
soul's
salvation.

to the end
of days.


to God's
first light.

and eternity is

but the
first kiss

I give
you

tonight.

the black
and white
hill billy
cow jumped
over the
moon.

and not
for a
moment
did it
cause us
pause.

to raise
our heads
from our
tempest
bed.

or misplace
one deep
kiss
or sigh
of deep
satisfaction.

we have
always
flowed
with grace
and devotion
to one
another.

committed to
the other
like sand
to shore,

stars to
the blackest
spaces of
this
velvet
night.

life to
death
in your
arms

forever

go I.

in jubilance

and celebration.

of you...

9 PM
you take
my
breath
away
with
your

tear drop
smile.

your fire
*******
kisses

and angel
laughter
in the
middle
of our
night.

while
a canopy
moon crests
over a
star
filled
night.

the heavens
bend
to you.

and your
gentle
ways.

and your
angel
dreams,

and to
all the
wonders
about
you that
I hold
so dear
to me.

the celebration
of sky
is you

in all
this sky
can hold.

and a
moment
without
you.

would
certainly
be the
absence

of sky

itself.

your foot
prints
on the sand
run deep,

like the
fall of
new shed
snow upon
a white
dipped
field.

and I
will follow
you there
too,

and praise
to all
that is
you and
ancestors
sleeping,

and remind
myself
that I
am not
dreaming.

the silhouette
of your
body
stands before
the sun,

and my
eyes
gratefully
retrace it
over and
over again.

like rain
flowing
down
to root
on
a mountain
hill side
spruce.

it is
improbable
to grow
without
you.

and so
we begin
our life
circle.

to one
another,

like migrant
birds
knowing
when to
take flight.

just as
we have
for a
thousand
years
before.

our spirits
will sing
and take
union
into the

night.

and we
will never
leave
each other's
side again...

sky
of black
and blue,

rain trying
to fall
across
your

eyes to
gently
kiss your
face.

seagulls
circling
above me
as if
trying to
decide if
they recognize
me or
not.

from some
other beach
some other
time,

when I
would
walk
and send
peaceful
thoughts to
you,

where ever
you might
be.

wishes
of joy,

prayers
of faith

quiet
thoughts
of hope,

as I
dreamed
and danced
in your
spirits
eye.

in that
place
where I
put aside
my pride,

and reach
out to
you.

and time
is nothing
more than
the million
grains of
sand
pebbles
beneath
my feet.

and in
this moment

when the
rain begins
to fall

once again.

you are

everything.