Archive 01/19/11

 

   

Our Task

                                                                  

 

You and I arrive in our own time's on-time,

With not a second to squander;

After all, the Big Apple is ours for the plucking, savoring.

It's taken us two lifetimes, separately, collectively,

To realize the potential of our shared hearts' harvesting,

And neither a fusillade of sleet nor a cascade of snowflakes

Can distract us from the task of our evolving past:

To ask nothing less of each other's impassioned souls

Than to gather up Icarus's splattered wax

And use it to mold our love into an eternal candle,

Whose flame will fly higher than the sun's flaring rays

And perpetuate the glorious soaring of our adoration.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

        

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