My forever Valentine

For you my love.

This flower began as a single bud,
Small but strong and true,
Nurtured by the roots of life,
It became a rose stem and grew.
Wrapped tight against outside harm,
Its petals formed and flourished,
The tender care of mother nature,
A promise to protect and nourish.
It is a symbol of the love we share,
All the things out of love you do.
It is a promise that my heart is yours,
That my forever Valentine is you.

©2011, Donald Harbour

That is enough

I can see your heart in your face,
A golden haze of pulsating pleasure,
Drowsy love of the night lingers,
You are its scent, an apricot moon,
The sweet spice of candied ginger,
This single moment atones for all,
All life’s pains, disappointments,
You lift up the spirit, buoyant,
Held aloft by Nirvana’s fingers,
There is no earth, no heaven,
No space or time or purpose,
There is you…and, that is enough.

Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour

A promise kept

A couple, slightly stooped,
is slowly shuffling along
the stone paved park path.

Hand-in-hand, eyes to the
ground, lest they trip.

They have held each others hand,
from the day they first met,
teen years, children, loss,
grandchildren, old age.

There is no loneliness
in their faces, only joy.

A life together, holding hands,
A firm but gentle grasp,
To help when one stumbles.

It has been so through
the springs, summers, autumns,
and now, the chill of winter.

A constant knowledge that there
is that one hold in life,
that will never let go, never tire.

Love is the one single force
that is not taken, only given.
Theirs never forsaken, constant
as the pace of time, always there.

Together, they have become one,
solid as granite beneath their feet,
more enduring than the stars,
theirs a promise kept forever.

They move into the twilight
of evening, hand-in-hand, and then,
the night closes in around them
silently, together, they are gone.

Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour