Love's History (Jan 2004)

Again I walk this small white shore
Amazed at all the blue. In love
My sins are legion: I never
Get it right. Dozing on the couch
This wan winter Saturday, I
Rolled the tapes again, of weeks and
Nights and precious minutes where She
Smiled and bid me in. I never could
Keep her though, not the way I dreamed.
My words could never trance that smile
Back. I’m still at it in this my
Fifth decade, inside a marriage
And much in love. Still trying to
Sing loves’ hour back to that beach dawn
When all the sands turn upside down.