Love Poem: The Cherubs, The Harbors Poem by Hans Ostrom

Your constancy inspires me to refurbish
pavilions of hope. Your sweetness
unfurls yards of woven sky
that luxurious tailors applaud. Ah,
my dear, what a long way we’ve traveled
together. Harbors have
looked out for our best interests,
San Francisco, Stockholm, Mobile,
Tacoma, Barcelona. Love
is a province we inherited
from an oligarchy of cherubs.

I wish I were as wise
as you deserve, as patient as
the moon, as extraordinary
as you. I desire all blessings
to come your way like voices
from a choir, secrets from a wizard,
sung light from behind blue mountains.