Joel and Stephanie
June 30, 2001
One inch into this thousand-mile journey
Your step beside makes softer the hard road;
One minute into this time of greedy song
I am convinced no other theme will do, but you.
That all things converge where your face begins,
And nothing ends until your eyes say it ends;
That if two lips could yearn more for another
Two lips, I know it could not be mine, because
My mouth craves the pressure of your own, in
Glaring day, dusky twilight and deep night;
Wrong, right, and every uncertainty between
There is no fret of doubt. Only recognition.
One moment into eternity's cache of sure living
My hand in yours, let fears and years fall away.