Streets descend, 44, 36, 16, 7…
Then, avenues arise: 7, 15, 19…
Taking you away from me.
But the strings still sigh,
The winds whisper, “I love you,”
Playing our living symphony.
Do you feel the bass notes,
Coming up through our souls?
Driving inside our melody.
Colors spin and bodies twirl.
Do you hear the voices?
Celebrating our unity.
Today. Now. Here. This moment,
Dancing Our Symphony.
Together. Apart. Mere conventions.
We are an orchestra,
Creating perfect harmony.
Orange sun risings over the
Ridges, reflect in your grace
Comprising the symmetry.
Between the same glows
Over mountains west,
Revealing the mystery.
Sights and sounds sketch
Swelling crescendos
Pulling you close to me.
Today. Now. Here. This moment,
Dancing Our Symphony.
Sly looks and smiles
Maintain our balance , though
Tilting about quite happily.
Counterpoint images
Pass before our gaze
Writing our living symphony.
Do you see the scales,
The C sharps and D flats?
Comprising our flawless melody.
Hums, sighs, buzzes and purrs
Compliment the voices
Perfecting our unity.
Today. Now. Here. This moment,
Dancing Our Symphony.
Your cheek’s impression
Lingers on my finger tips
Exposing the mystery.
Two souls merge into one
Suspended on wisps of air
Touching the symmetry.
Our scents penetrate
To the depths of our minds
Conducting our harmony.
Streets descend: 44, 36, 16, 7…
Then, avenues arise: 7, 15, 19…
Bringing you back to me.
Today. Now. Here. This moment,
Dancing Our Symphony.
[Phoenix, AZ; December 25, 2010]
No stuffy waltzes for us, my dearest Nancy
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