-- for Kati
You asked of me a song;
but I demurred,
claiming neither time
nor inspiration.
It was in me all along
but lay unheard,
until I found the rhyme
hidden in our situation.The music that invites
us isn't dreams
or intangible ideals
we hold in common.
But a melody unites
us and redeems
the moment either feels
alone, with a bold 'Amen'.All harmony of mind
or flesh can fail
for partners always change
with each progression.
But in our dance you'll find
us closer still,
when all that can estrange
is open to confession.The rhythm that we set
may slow or speed;
and figures that we weave
in daily living
will fade as we forget
desire and need.
Yet, in the end, we'll leave
an echo of thanksgiving.-- Mahlon H Smith
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