Eye of the Beholder

if beauty is in the eye of the beholder

I'm beholden to her... for giving back my sight

no matter how many times I might have told her

what she means to me; I never quite get it right...

it runs deeper than the well of our emotions...

wider than the gulf; of from now 'till then...

stronger than the pull of moon on ocean

truer than the steel rails... that once bound this land...

(it's a deeper, wider, stronger, truer love...)

...

we'd both agree that the honeymoon is over

on a good day we'd say...we know each other well

when we're trying to define just what we mean by 'lover'...

we're party to the secrets; that only time can tell...

intimacy transcending pride or passion

comfort culled from countless kisses; so much shared sleep and dreams

love transforms our very selves in it's sweet fusion

sets our souls on high; straining at the seams...

(it's a deeper, wider, stronger, truer love...)

...

if beauty is in the eye of the beholder

this beauty I've been holding, I am blessed by and indebted to...

carry me through 'till I am wise or older

buttressed by this love; a fortress for me and you...

running deeper than the well of our emotions...

wider than the gulf... of from now 'till then

stronger than the pull of moon on ocean...

truer than these steel strings... beneath my hands...

( it's a deeper, wider, stronger, truer love...)

 

    ...well.. this is one of my  more favourite of my many 'love songs'... perhaps for the defining love of my life, the mother of my son; a relationship of more than thirty odd (some very odd) years... now as long gone as the boy himself... and yet 'love is alive ...magic is afoot' (as Leonard Cohen did opine all those years ago in 'Beautiful Losers' )... and in my 'twilight years' (or at least this later, if not last 'act' of my life); love continues to grace me with its' presence (and presents; the gifts that stop us in our tracks and have us rejoice in being human)... yes,  I am an old 'romantic'; but romance has been good to me, and who am I to question a little love at this stage of the game? (" at this stage of the game.0..... this game of the 'stage'...becomes more and more real.... like these lines upon the page...")... love to all (even, perhaps especially; to those that have graced me with their love through the years...) d.

 

 

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