On the Occasion

With you, I've jumped
and never ceased to soar.
Free of the denial
that once upon a time
hung my shoulders low

For in your voice there is a music
that tastes of ten thousand tomorrows unspoken.
In your eyes there is a magic
a garden in radiant bloom
a laser set to stun
and in your touch, a poetry
that glows a living blue
gently melts this glacier soul
to clearest spring
and burns as a wish come true
with every step in time.

I reach out to you, steady pulse
wanton bliss
brilliant tide
to wish you all you wish yourself
(and more)
and to remind you once again
that despite our fresh acquaintance
I love you.