the night sky jumpstarts another cycle
so many beginnings to choose from
the darkness absolves, purifies, blesses
find your soul, rediscover you, it says
summer nights will soon give way
to autumn afternoons, wintry days
purpose still searches for you
adamant that togetherness is it
what you found is rare, precious
universe smiles, not found, but have
man searches and seldom reaches
the happiness your love fetches

With a drowsy sigh and closed eyes, I smile and whisper gently –
You hold my hand, touch my lips, we’re home, you whisper back.