No, it’s not the words, it’s me, failing them.For a moment, lost to me; not in theirFamiliar places, on my private shelvesFloating along the edges of the page. They’re still out there, clear as Borges “saw” themIn his blindness, reforming in new talesHis infinite library with every storyEver imagined forever preserved. The heart still sings […]

A smile. A sigh. A quickened pulse.
What captures the moment
—  the eternity —
That informs our hearts so?

Fussing with your pile of pillows, your firm flesh melts into me in a flash

Light, so light, our strides.
With your love and strength as my compass, I’ll never be lost.

Why not?

Together. Apart. Mere conventions.
We are an orchestra,
Creating perfect harmony.

Contentment Illusions shatter, We grasp the hearts of our matter.
From separate lives – beset with strife, We treasure each moment of Our Life!

That smile punctuated by the sparkle in his eyes

Open arms to embrace family near and far with whom to comedies and tragedies of life in loving comfort

Embracing each moment,
Lost in her eyes,