sleep a moment longer


My father, how he lifted

his glass at our wedding,
and with shaking hand
welcomed love into my life.


Getting out of bed,

you run the bath water
and I sleep a moment longer,
dreaming of a Greek island
and flowers in a deep cavern.
Very slowly I climb down
for a closer look.


Driving the December road to Madison

in winter sunlight,
Bill Evans on the radio. Maybe
this is actually paradise,
you said, and on we went
from there.


The pine tree out my window

tells me I don’t have to be afraid
for my own death, not even,
Love, for yours.

[Jim Moore {1943-}, 'The Four Stages of Love', from Invisible Strings]

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