Hidden depths with undercurrents
sweep clean the beaches of living,
tidal waves seldom roll ashore...
on the sands of true lover's giving.
To hold the torch of moonbeams
and play a harpsichord's refrain,
then use angel wings to wipe the brow
when in the role of partner, again.
Solid ~ the built-up foundation
and strength, the portal of caring,
with ivy binding in vows of love
protecting ~ in weathered caring.
(c) Zy Dec 1st 2008