a new poem

I wrote something new the other night. Another look into my own personal Midlife Crisis. Only this time, it's not about wanting a younger girl, or driving a Harley, or super sportscar, it's more along the lines of wanting to belong to someone. Since I've never married, the older I get the more I think about, and genuinely desire, being near and dear to the heart of a woman who loves me. In short, I want the ring.

So, without further belaying the explanation...

Of Troves Bright and Golden

It is a small thing
A golden peal, a sunlit ring
Trumpets, harps, and harpers sing
Whose grace should ever encircle one finger
Where promise and beauty forever should linger
Within two hearts 'a bed
In linens white and purity's red
Of sureties, promise, the soft petal's led
To the altar where vows are made golden
Like rings ~ circles wherein lives are beholden
Each to the other's trove
Precious, rare, great riches of love
The pearl for which two hearts long strove
Now balanced ~ two rings, two lives joined as one
What great love! One flesh 'neath eternal sun

Yet these are small things
Clutched 'neath linens upon a marriage bed
The troves to which two hearts are wed
Two bright, golden, peerless rings


ELAshley
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