Nothing that truly mattersCan ever evaporate,Be excised,Burnt out of your soul.

Such is true joy’s absolute certainty,Its slow lit fuse that burns holesIn the shabby shroud of death forever.

Mislaid flame of tender emotionsRekindled.Together we live to the point of tears,I wouldn’t want it any other way.

The searing light of morningAsks unwelcome questions,Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.

Be content to love, to dazzle in the light,If only for moments…And then be gone,With gladness in your heart,Before the creeping shadowsClaim too much your sadness at leaving.

Ultimately not one amongst usWill ever be denied that,The glimmer of a chance to shine.

Everyday can be extraordinaryAnd ripe,Like a flower burst,If the will is there.

To have been where you have beenAnd to still have joy,Dazzling in your heart,Now there’s a thing to make the whole world smile.

The sacred bequestOf times long spent with your heartThat saturate and illuminate you nowSo piercingly…