One Life’s Measure
>> 3.22.2012
is gauged by the moments
that steal our breath,
then my life has a full measure
What stutters my breath;
what extent does my life encompass?
Capturing that elusive word
when writing, gazing upon
the endless dance of stars
painted across a midnight sky,
the melancholy susurration
of wind in the trees, a pas de deux
of wood and flame, tracing
the arch of your brow, savoring
your exhalation upon my nape
and the arpeggio of our love
and life together. Read more...