Song of Ourselves

I reach for you, my arms outstretched,

for the sole purpose of wrapping

my love tenderly around you.

Our symphony of love begins.

We are musically and lyrically entwined.

Unending strains of melody and harmony –

notes and phrases aqueous in movement.

The stars and the moon look on

with envy at our loveliness,

and listen with joy to our ballad.

11 January 2001