Fiction, music, poetry, and the occasional drawing…
My love is like the sun
it will hide behind clouds
it will make you blind
it will burn you to ash
My love is like the sun
millions of miles away
its light still shines
and turns your skin a luscious red
My love is like the sun
looking down on this tired world
going down when you need its light
and rising when you need to sleep
My love is like the sun
some day it will implode
and turn into a black hole
that swallows everything
What a delight it is
When, of a morning,
I get up and go out
To find in full bloom a flower
That yesterday was not there.
Tachibana Akemi (1812-1868)
To the poet, to the philosopher, to the saint, all things are friendly and sacred, all events profitable, all days holy, all men divine. For the eye is fastened on life, and slights the circumstance. Every chemical substance, every plant, every animal in its growth, teaches the unity of cause, the variety of appearance.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Twenty-nine years ago today the law finally caught up with us after a decade on the lam. The commitment forged by my love for Nancy, and hers for me, became a legally binding one in the time-honored ceremony known as marriage. We made our declarations in front of our dear family and friends, and asked one of our oldest and closest friends, Terrence McDonnell, to say a few words. These are the ones he came up with:
What is love?
What is love?
Love is an unconditional commitment of the mind, body and soul
Love comes in many different facets,
many different meanings and
many different ways.
Love is not always kind
Love is not always gentle
But love is always shared
and love is always everlasting
Wishing love for each other is a power that grows and strengthens with
every passing day,
every passing moment,
every passing year.
But wishing love from oneself is the most important
The exchanging of marriage vows begins, reinforces and continues the gift and the overwhelming joy of love.
This is love. This is love
I do take this man to be my husband.
I do take this woman to be my wife.
I do take this person to be my friend
to be my companion
to be my love
This is love
This is love
This is love
I waited for the clouds to
carry me away
and wondered why they made so many
unfulfillable promises
until I remembered:
I used to do that too
I watched the forest from the sky
It looked like pliant broccoli
and made me think of sex
like everything does
I’ll treat you like an angel
because that’s what you are
and always were to me
No apology can condone my mortality
