A love poem; written for our sixteenth wedding anniversary
In the cool birdsong morning air
you nestled in the bed’s cocoon
only showing copper-gold hair.
Gentle breath-noise sang a tune
that raised in me desire to touch
those shining curls, caress and kiss
your sleep-warm skin. In every such
moment of joy, before we miss
the dawn voice of the Holy Ghost,
I want to hold time forever.
His light is where we see most
clearly; find that we would never
want to leave the human love
that He has given us. Sixteen
years of growing into us; enough
to build a living dream.