Thursday, March 15, 2012

Reflections

Wond'ring aloud how we feel today.
Last night set the sunset,
my hand in her hair.
We are our own saviors as we start
both our hearts beating life
into each other.

Wond'ring aloud will the years treat us well?
As she floats in the kitchen
I'm tasting the smell
of toast as the butter runs. Then she comes,
spilling crumbs on the bed,
and I shake my head.

And it's only the giving
that makes you what you are.

- Jethro Tull, "Wond'ring Aloud"