Sunday, March 23, 2014


She looked like harmony
Riding a dark horse
Through a perfect storm
Coming from a conservative family

He was seeking balance
And knew something about dark horses
His own perfect storms
Had blown his apple far from the family tree

They fit together
Like those important pieces
That bring clarity
And higher definition to the picture

She had an air of Scarlet O'Hara
He gave her begonias
Sang Love Me Tender
Through any windows she stared out

They counted on nothing
Made no plans
Only kissed as much as they could
They shared many moments

Treasurers not owners
Found rhythm and resonance
No promises just freedom to be themselves
And they lived happily