Carried (11/1/88)

Carried
through the eye of a needle
I
sometimes cannot see
is the thread a lifetime
seemingly
has sown
the bound edge of love with:
Unraveling only at a time
when weakness
prevails upon strength;
Such be the leaves
that remain green
in the cold of winter;
do not fall
nor
does the teardrops
so warm from the heart
fail to glisten
as the salt of such
becomes a nector of love;
And the legs
that cannot walk
need not
as mine
are yours;
"The mind"
of memory
mine.
Never forget how "timeless"
our years have been;
How much was forfieted
so now
could be;
For today
could be
the tomorrow
yesterday never knew;
And as many tomorrows
as I
or we may see
no lifetime search
could ever complete itself
without you.
Jamie
11/1/88
