by N. Jane Allio
We have walked together
though streets of cities unknown,
Lingered in gardens
or on bridge tops.
Sailed side by side on oceans of blue green and white foam,
Flooded rooms with laughter and witty banter,
skipped by the river of the Chattahoochee,
Climbed snow-capped mountains in rented boots,
and swam in frigid waters for New Year's custom.
Holy united on forgotten farmland country roads,
glistened in the moonlight on soft pillowed sand
on cold September nights,
Scaled rooftops, train trestles,
parking decks, and tree limbs.
Listened while you spake softly to me
and watched as you got down on one knee,
Waited patiently miles apart for "we"
and even married,
Conjointly, journeyed to foreign lands
in search of a new dwelling to call our own.
We have walked together in lifetimes passed,
down the lane of our toasty happy home,
through the turbulent waves of life's storm,
Braving fear of uncertainty and loss,
Breathing the crispness of winter's first wind,
Basking naked in the rays of summer sunlight
so temperate and kind.
Clothed in garments of patience,
Rooted in everlasting love,
Mounted upon the wings of hope,
Still we walk together.