The tides that ebb and flow
And marbled lights on broken roads
The warmth of poetry within
Evening caress that transcends sin.
The birds that were duped by an early thaw
To mid-winter song, and wonder -
If they were so very wrong?
I ask you to take this ageing ring of gold
Companion touchstone of a first communion
And to hold its trust as we will mold
What God shall join for evermore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.