On The Threshold

I should have met you on the threshold. I should have left paradise behind me and had faith in meeting you here. Even the simplest air we breathe is crammed with promises, and joys are carried on breezes so gentle we hardly know we have been touched. And so we miss those moments of harmony that have fused us often with a deeply felt union within and pour their incense over our outer lives. But there is no cause for alarm! This is not a tale of loss. Something ever-present connects us to something ever-lasting, and we welcome their presence. Even in the silence I hear your flute's lovely melodies, and when you look up into the morning sky, you still see stars. And so our ears and eyes are blessed. We have restored in each other what was missing, and Many Years ahead will resound with our singing. When we stand here, side by side, who can tell the Poet from the Muse?