As it must

And when this love affair

as we know it

ends, my love,

as all love affairs must

leaving in its place and time

-Infinity and Eternity- 

no less

a yet unexplored Vista

a dungeon of Paradise

a Holy Well of endless depth

unfolding

as it does

from our mother's womb

She who was always 

our first love

returning again and again to it

we will have learned

My Love

that nothing 

ever dies

only transforms 

before our 

slumbered eyes

and within our

yearning souls

according to where we 

take our position

to view ourselves

again and again and again

in this our Paradise

The Universe will explode

When you and I

finally meet

it will be

no surprise

to the Universe

but that won't mean

that She will not

explode 

with infinite 

joy

And all the 

fragile strands

of connection

that She has

magically woven

into the

flowering of our love

will hold us

in lifetimes of

rapture

Footnote

I created this digital picture last night and found the words for it this morning.  Both reflect the beliefs and expectations I have of a *new* relationship :)

Don't blink. Don't Think.

Pay attention to me!

Can't you see

what I'm doing?

It's not as easy as you think

so watch ME

not 

him

even though

my eyes

follow his every movement

tight as a hawk

ready to pounce

and shred

at the slightest

hint

of a mis-step

an error of judgment

a wavering perception

a momentary doubt

Ah, never underestimate

the singular dedication 

of my 

preying eyes

Not for the briefest 

moment

a nanosecond of time!

In short

Don't blink.

Don't think.

What a day!

What a day!

I ventured out early

with a million things on my mind

Carry-overs from 

a hundred days before

(It could easily have been

ten million)

And when, finally,
I trudged home
weary and wasted

it seemed as if I'd accomplished
little

hardly enough

to get me through 

another day

except

for the fact

that I knew

you'd soon be home too

and somehow

(don't ask me how)

I'd find 

 the will

to do it all again

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That was when

A brilliant burst of Victorian blooms

awash with late afternoon dapple

stopped me in my mindless tracks

that cold, November day

held me at length

in breathless rapture

as, through my eyes,

life thrilled me

 with a kaleidoscope 

of spring's flowers

 

That was when

you asked

my name

then told me

in your almost shy way

that it was like

the sunlight

on a naturally radiant garden

I think that was when

I fell in love

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