In the days
When my horizons shifted,
I remember you and
The gifts you brought to me:
tenderness, love and protection.
But in my youthful confusion,
Knew not how to receive them –
I had known them from a different horizon.
But that horizon went dark in an instant
Though not entirely – there was protection still
But love and tenderness,
Those beacons were extinguished, it seemed,
Until they flamed up again,
But now on your horizon and
You brought them to me –
Unconditionally and ad infinitum.
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If you're interested, I recently published two books of poetry which are available on Amazon.com:
My Mother Sleeps and On Becoming a Black Hole