Engagement Is the Time Between

Engagement is the time between
Being two and one.
It moves so fast the mountains shift
Before the survey's done.
It's not a thing you can get used to,
Trying for a fit;
It's sheer uphill, the road to bliss,
And when you're there, that's it.
Exciting, thrilling, always new,
Full of joy and fear;
Things race by, yet move so slow
A month can take a year.
Love must wait, quite patiently,
To find its proper form;
Yet there it is, when we can look,
The peace within the storm.
Engagements Are by Nature Temporary
Engagements are by nature temporary,
A passageway to fields in which we'll grow.
But I have found this year of passage very
Much like the wedded world we soon will know.
There is a permanence in our relation
Drawn not from law or custom but from love.
This year has built a broad and firm foundation
That no hard rain will easily remove.
I am yours, though not quite yet your wife;
You are mine, with one more door ahead.
Soon, soon we will begin our brave new life,
Joined in thought and feeling, hearth and bed.
Till then we'll wait with patience and with pleasure.
This year of love with you I'll always treasure.
Obligations Open Many Doors
Obligations open many doors.
No joy is long sustained without some vows.
Years of passion sweep up many shores;
On love's soft strand life fewer waves allows.
Up to now you've looked, but now you've found,
Relying on your hearts to tell you when.
Each moment that your loved one's not around
Now creates a sweet, sad, wistful yen.
Go then together toward the nuptial gate,
Alight with all the hope of your desire.
Gifts are often engines of our fate,
Eclipsing undue caution with their fire.
May you long be blessed with fulfilled need,
Each from inner isolation freed;
Nor may that need diminish, even though
The love and joy you feel now overflow.
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Neither Mourn nor Celebrate

Neither Mourn nor Celebrate
Neither mourn nor celebrate
This day that fathers should be kings,
But let it be appropriate
To sing of sunlight sorrow brings.
This day that fathers should be kings
Our child's death has all undone.
To sing of sunlight sorrow brings
Brings back in tears our dearest one.
Our child's death has all undone
Our joy in life, and yet our pain
Brings back in tears our dearest one
That we might hold him once again.
All joy in life must end in pain,
So let it be appropriate
That we might hold him once again
And neither mourn nor celebrate.
Not a Day Goes By that I Don't Think of You
Not a day goes by that I don't think of you.
They say I should move on, but tell me, where?
Where such love as I have shared with you,
Such sweetness from such joy so many years?
There has to be some room for storing sorrow,
Some place to keep one's undivided pain,
Where past can still be present, though in shadow,
And I can hold you in my arms again.
Ah, darling! We will be together always,
Though you are dead, and I must live alone.
Time is nothing but an open window
To things more real, which you and I have known.
When we were married, we became one flesh;
So now in me you'll not return to dust.
On the Death of a Teacher
Now that you have entered the long silence,
Lying in state so long as I have life,
I lay my gratitude across your memory
Like flowers strewn across an open bier.
Not often does one soul ignite another
With such intensity as yours did mine.
I'm burning still with all your inner fire,
Humankind to your Promethean joy.
There is no gift so glowing I can give you,
Nor any way my love can reach your heart.
All I can do is pass your torch to someone
To whom the distant midnight mountains call.
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Love begins

Love begins

Love begins when they break fingers
and turn the costume flaps,
When no longer lack but not enough
old age look
When the Tower of memories, high or low,
it bends to the blood.

Love begins when God finishes
and when the man falls,
While things, too eternal,
they begin to spend
and signs, mouths and signs,
they bite each other anywhere.

Love begins
When the light cracking as a disguised dead
on the hopeless solitude.

Because love is just that:
the way to the top
stubbornly hidden
behind the late.

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