Conceived in clouds, romance, and belief
achieved in stones, choices, and grief
it lives in cells of blue and red
and aloe Vera hues and soily bed .

Blooms in the ocean of luscious lips
in the valleylove and curve of your hips,
laughs in wind and spray of sea
and chiffon of come and leave.

Heralds its wood in gray and gloom
and dust of sorry and forgiveness broom -
its green in poems and raisins' brown
and opening songs and aria's gown -
its light in conquering shadows' age
and might and should and storming rage.

Sorrow in "I won" and in flight of fear
too much bluster popcorn and beer
too long a check and working hours
too short a linger in embrace's flower.

Joy in the children of our years
in movie prayers and church's tears
in Renier and Hood and heights of saint Helen
bay of St. Thomas and red meat of melon.

Three decades and two from its delirious foments
from first of ten million precious moments
of peering into those big brown eyes
of accepting and loving a trillion tries
we've lived a marriage of homemade bread
of spoken hopes and mean unsaid
of arrows and angels and wrong and right
of sparrows and buzzards and eagles' flight.

Here we are two hearts and minds -
another season these vines entwine
moon lightning follows our wedding sun
into the kiss of a loveday begun.

To Helen for putting up with me
to the beginning of year thirty-three

12/29/2001

Posted on 12/29/2001
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