footstool

Two years have passed and life has just begun.

You see what lies hidden when everyone else is done.

The earth is your footstool.

You watch from across a sea of stars

as the day waves from afar

and the moon drinks its warm cup of incandescent light.

The earth is your footstool.

One more day is all you need to make amends and talk of

truce that spares me the agony of blind excuse.

The earth is your footstool.

Strokes of gold across the sky is all you see.

My fingers reaching out to thee,

consoling your peered stare.

The earth is your footstool.

Before the darkness passes,  

I leave you a gift,

something to remind you of my presence,

something to remind you of our love.

I carved a footstool from light

for you to stand and cheer and welcome our third year

of newlywed delight.

HAPPY TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY, SARI–MY BELOVED!

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Chester Delagneau


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