Tangled threads of grand proportion
Where is the promised devotion
The "I will love you forever"
No one warned us of the inclement weather
Lurking at each and every bend
of the river, smooth as the finest imported glass
Or wild and rapid, no way to pass
The water rises
In the cycle of our endless compromises
Silent now, no communication
Our love knew the devolution
of throats going still and dry
Of the joy jumping off the cliff.... collective suicide
Attempting to recapture the pure painted past
Memories recalled to silence our inner iconoclasts
In the desire to revive
A love once so very alive
Now gasping for breath with its head hung low
Our duet must now be sung...solo
Entangled, once intertwined
We have taken bare the vine
Forever was not real for us
But, darling, we were the impetus
The parents of beauty grandly birthed
The conception of a diamond crushed to great worth
I will remove from my finger the sacred one
I hold it to the sun, as a laser gun
The heat will burn away the threads that hold us
Opening our lives to behold us....
Grateful
Graceful
Knowing for the first time, at long last
The healed present and the gifted past
