Formerly: We Reflect This Day On The Essence Of Intimacy
We reflect this day on the essence
of intimacy, from its origins in the
spring-tide of youth to an afterward
secured in distant mist – in awe for the
reason and to what end it endures.
We weigh the consequence, keen with
up-welling sentiment, sense new love
spring before the old has run its course
(‘tho its course is never run); each day
adds its weight to the sum we bear this
day, to solidify with days gone by in
an endlessness of summer’s inheritance.
Today we take time for ourselves to
renew our vows and return to the
mood of youthful love with the same
tremulous excitement as beset us
when we danced on its eve ‘til dawn.
© 3 March 2005, I.D. Carswell
We reflect this day on the essence
of intimacy, from its origins in the
spring-tide of youth to an afterward
secured in distant mist – in awe for the
reason and to what end it endures.
We weigh the consequence, keen with
up-welling sentiment, sense new love
spring before the old has run its course
(‘tho its course is never run); each day
adds its weight to the sum we bear this
day, to solidify with days gone by in
an endlessness of summer’s inheritance.
Today we take time for ourselves to
renew our vows and return to the
mood of youthful love with the same
tremulous excitement as beset us
when we danced on its eve ‘til dawn.
© 3 March 2005, I.D. Carswell
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