When Love Is Harbored
When love is harbored in a safe port
Snugly moored to a very sturdy dock,
It rises and reseeds like tides court
A lunier's pass, heaven's Earth clock :
Only then, the maturing pangs of love
Exercise a wanting nearness of desire,
Which unfolds as ageless as time's dove
Hovering, pointing a path lovers require :
And then up anchor, heading out to sea,
Watching Westerlies, eyeing the horizon,
Maturity nurtured love, sails set for lee.
It's an aged forest, ship's masts are from.
The Universe in all its wonderment created women
To birth and nurture beings, our World calls Men.
Ronald C. Downie,
A sonnet to Connie, my wife, on her birthday after 47 years of marriage.