True Love.
This is the first poem I ever wrote for my husband, Bob.
Tami and her loving husband, Bob
Rapture
From the body a life appears.
From the eyes are fallen tears.
From the dark clouds is falling rain.
From the moon is mocking pain.
From the heart you long for love
From the One who rose above.
From the time you try to wait.
From the memories you believe in fate.
From the death you are reborn
From the life of bitter scorn.
From the dark clouds appears the sun.
From that light you find the one.
Our honeymoon cottage in Ellsworth, Maine.
Talley Cottage
Do I dare choose one over another?
The orange sun descending on calm waters,
painting colors I will fail to replicate?
The quiet whispers of leaves, only broken by a loon, or gull, or dove?
The landscape of hills and mountains, trees and marsh, meeting rocky beaches?
No, I will not choose.
I will take them all with me and never let go.
Rocky Gorge, New Hampshire
