Poet in the Rain

JAN

MY WIFE, ME LOVE, MY BEST FRIEND

2/13/11
Copy Write 2011 Gordon Kuhn

T’was dark the morning of our meeting
as dark as many prior as I crawled from out my bed
dark as my heart was without awareness seeking
seeking a love so profound and gentle made
then your presence came
within the day
and my heart was stayed
stayed from its singular lonely search
for t’was luck for me that day when first we met
and I felt my heart bound forward
against well practiced fearful restraint
but you gently took my hand in yours
and I saw the world in brighter light
brighter than I had ever been blessed to see
and blossoms opened where dry stalks stood before
in parched and lifeless earth waiting
waiting to be blessed by a shower’s light kiss
a kiss which, in blessing, came that day,
and soft and gentle laid
and brought life to the waiting, stagnant clay
and all about the plants spoke of thee
and opened their blossoms to me in flower
a message from  the Gods that you,
on that astounding day, had unlikely chosen me
and the sun shone and shadow clouds melted from the sky
for I knew this love would not be fleeting
it would last until the day I would die
and no more would I be alone and seeking
for a gentle hand to place within my own
and so I wrote this simple poem
a simple poem to say my heart will never more roam
and dedicate it and my life to you
and thus, in humbleness,  lay the words before you on the thrown
I placed you on that day so wondrous spent,
as I stood in awe of my incredibly lovely one.