Member Rara Avis
In the glow of moonlight
I felt the gaze of the beams
Fall upon my somber face
While you asked for my hand
(in marriage that is)
I wasn't sure
As I am not now
That it just wasn't the chlorine in the pool,
And maybe you'd swallowed some of it,
Making your senses a little off balance.
Or maybe it was the inhalation
Of the night's presence.
I'm still trying to figure it out,
Because when the ripples on the water faded,
I said yes.
If only to stop you from asking.
Was I scared?
I was, but I meant it.
I meant it every time you asked,
And everytime I said yes.
And when we finally got around to it,
I could only glimpse what was in store.
Now I realize what a small glimpse it truly was,
As we ride the waves of a life in marriage,
With the care and tentativeness,
Of a small child holding a newborn baby.
Nothing can deter a poet, for he is actuated by pure love. Who can predict his comings and goings? "Thoreau"