I found my love in ticking clocks,
in children’s rhymes, in cinder blocks,
I found my love in war’s deep scars,
in circuit boards, in prison bars,
in sleeping dust and rising smoke
my soul answered when my love spoke.
I found my love in kitten’s purr,
in fox’s squeak, in metal’s burr,
in molten glass and depths of space
still I see little of her face.
I found my love in warm caress,
in ordered print, in puzzle’s mess,
in lightning bright and thunder loud
the more I learn, the more I’m proud.
I found my love in orchards wide,
in emerald hearts, in blushing bride,
in phoenix down and warrens deep -
that which I know, I dare not keep.
and I rejoice, to pass her gate.

_ gwrgwir _