I want to write a love poem.
\nWhere the waves crash by the thousands.
\nWhere flocks fly in blizzards above us.
\nI want to gather words like
\nbeautiful stones, hard and enduring.
\nStones that collect the ages in themselves
\nand whisper their secrets back to us.<\/p>\n
I want to see the small, shy yellow
\nof shore daisies, bold cactus,
\nand the trailing vines that resemble
\nthe paths that lead away
\nto everything and nothing.
\nAnd finally I want to catch you
\non the sand between the water
\nand the dunes, and say this is where we live.
\nThis is as long as our lives will last,
\nand neither horizon, in front of us
\nor in back, will be where we go.<\/p>\n
Here, in the center of huge arms around us,
\nwe will live and remain, always children,
\nfull of fun and love.
\nAnd the world will belong to us
\nas much as day and night.
\nAnd we will rise as stars in the darkness,
\nand suns in the day,
\nand our love poems will be read
\nby the thousands,
\nand erased by the tide,
\nfilling the ocean with distances
\nthat grow in us.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I want to write a love poem. Where the waves crash by the thousands. Where flocks fly in blizzards above us. I want to gather…<\/p>\n