IN THIS THE PASSION OF OUR EMBRACE

In this the passion of our embrace
Stir embers of a fire lit long ago
When, trembling, we did touch and light apace
And nothing in the moon or stars said slow.

Now, Time’s hand has drifted off the hour,
Now, Love’s course has filled out in the run,
We, older, muse gentler in the bower
And contemplate on what is, what's been done.

Sweet! To dream and laugh and chase across the day,
Sweet! To live out our lives and easy be;
The bedroom’s muse is more than our bed-play,
Where two the better, better see .

For we have made our lives, and that life lives -
The best to be ourselves, each takes, each gives.

July 00