with you

always at the right moment

you know

a smile, a touch, a spontaneous poem

and all the lights now happy midnight

bright joys come soaring

from you to me as we

fly wing on wing

with our promise of love our

tender desire our

strength of growing

now and until all the candles 

flicker out i will hold this flame

with you.

-- douglas brent smith


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