Is what we do. It's who we are for now—
For always because it's us—a pure fix.
Trust and love, time and space to which we bow,
My darling, wind the clock that tick-tock-ticks
Stripping away and providing sweet now
As vultures pick, pick at our beaten brow.
Where—when—can you and I begin to mix
This carefully trimmed dream/reality,
Allowing a mess of frayed edges in
With the delightfully stunning today.
Take this ache, trading for felicity
Interlaced with full hope to now begin
Our real adventure, together, our way.