WILDERNESS IS ANYTHING BUT
WILD
Wilderness is anything but wild.
It
is an artifact of modern life.
Longing for innocence, we are
beguiled,
Determined to re-virginize our wife.
Eons
of humanity were there,
Resident in each ecology.
Nor
can we go back further, for nowhere
Exist the plants and
creatures we would see.
So we create what never was, a
place
Set aside as a reserve for grace.
THE
HAPPINESS I FEEL AT YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS
The
happiness I feel at your achievements
Reflects the happiness
you feel at mine.
Friends expand the pleasures of such
moments,
As mine in yours, and yours in mine,
combine.
The same when we look forward to our futures:
So
much more unfolds when there are two!
Populating your
proposed adventures
Gives me a joy that mine must give to
you.
We've been through much, and will be through much
more,
But traveling together is more fun.
Whatever
life and love may have in store,
Two is always preferable to
one.
Your graduation thus becomes my pleasure:
Your
happiness is mine, a double treasure.
I LOVE YOUR
COOL GREEN EYES AND LIGHT BROWN HAIR
I love your
cool green eyes and light brown hair.
I love the way my fear
faints at your touch.
I love the way I call you and you're
there,
Ready to take charge--but not too much!
I
love the way you are a little boy
Needing me to kiss away
all pain,
And then the jolt of automatic joy
When
you say you love me yet again.
I love my anchor in a surging
sea,
My partner winging through a darkened sky,
My
pleasure-mate who loves to toy with me,
My mirror and my
goal, my word, my eye.
I love the one who lets me live as
two.
All this you are to me, and I to you.
I
KNOW IT'S ONLY HALF A YEAR
I know it's only half a
year
That you will be away,
But it will feel far
more than that
Each long and lonely day.
A
day without a friend is like
A meadow turned to sand,
A
garden turned to weeds and dust,
An ocean far from
land.
Time enters a slow-motion zone,
Repeating
endlessly
The tearful grimace of the heart
Till you
return to me.
FATHERS NEED NOT FATHERS
BE
Fathers need not fathers be.
All one
needs to do is choose
To love for life, and that
embrace,
Held long and hard, bestows the grace
Each
craves. For all in time must lose,
Restored alone by
memory.
So now it is with you and me.
JOY
IS IN THE SIMPLE THINGS
Joy is in the simple
things: touching,
Embracing, chattering on for hours about
nothing,
Sure of your place within another's
heart.
Simple things: like coming home knowing
Exactly
where the treasure lies; like being
At ease with what you do
and who you are;
Needing what you already have;
accepting,
Desiring what you have been given; feeling
The
gratitude of someone who is loved;
Investing goodness
instead of money; giving
For the pleasure of giving
pleasure; seeing
Fortune come to take you in its
arms.
All this joy is yours for the price of loving,
Not
only well but long, days of willing,
Years and years of wise
and patient love.
YOU FEEL THE FORTUNE OF YOUR
YEARS
You feel the fortune of your years,
I
hope. For all your children's love
This day must bring you
happy tears
And thoughts that joyful music prove.
I
hope, for all your children's love,
There is an island, be
it small,
And thoughts that joyful music prove
Beyond
what years you may recall.
There is an island, be
it small,
Amid the passions of the sea,
Beyond what
years you may recall,
Where you in silent grace can
be.
Amid the passions of the sea,
This
day must bring you happy tears.
Where you in silent grace
can be,
You feel the fortune of your years.
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