Where have you been all my life?

A Poem by Marshall

The separation was no more than continents of Circe
Apollo and Atlantis hidden under veils
of age and vintage, years of waiting for the wine
to mellow and hum in vineyard romances of lustre
creeping to the sunshine of our fulfillment.

I waited patiently for you to come
over the twilight horizon of
your young wide-eyed wonder
and my sunset soaked stories
told under the stars of cosmic connections
so finely threaded in that loom
where angels weaved the fabric
for our future.

Today you stand here
still questioning how this happened.
I don't have the pages torn out
from that mystical book
which drew me and you to a point
where we locked our minds and bodies
in a final embrace
wrapped around in that crystal ball
through which we heard each others
calling.

You are, my only true Love!
you bring the filaments that glow
in the light of our knowing
that this will never end.