All the love you ask of God is here,

All the love you ask of God is here,
Delivered by yourselves, but made elsewhere,
Eden's legacy, that you might be
Less fearful that your time pass by untouched.
Even after forty years of loving
And sixty years of life, you need no less,
Needing still the kiss that stills the darkness,
Desperate for the one who shares the night.
Long, then, may you love, each giving each
A window to a mirror, in which both
Will see a grace beyond the grace of being,
Rendered into life by your own hand.
Every moment sings in celebration,
Noticed mainly when the hour chimes.
Carillons now clang joyfully in tribute,
Eloquent reminders of your love.

Nicholas Gordon

Happy anniversary, my darling!

Happy anniversary, my darling!

All I am is yours, as you are mine.

Perhaps the years erode the boundary line;

Perhaps the fortune fades into the feeling.

Yet we are will, though often not quite willing,

As this year's choice becomes the next year's wine.

Nor without love could we endure the time

Needed to bestow so great a blessing.

In choosing love, unburdening desire,

Viewing passion as a gift to give,

Embracing as we long to be embraced,

Remaining where we would someone remain:

So do we tend both equally the fire

As each becomes the one one needs to live,

Replacing what can never be replaced,

Yearning for what comes again, again.

 

Nicholas Gordon

Happy Anniversary!

Happy Anniversary!
After many years
Pleasure is a golden hillside,
Passionate and still.
Your bedrooms and your hands are free,
After unshed tears;
Now much of life is tucked away,
No longer touched by will.
In your hearts a wilderness,
Vast and undisturbed,
Empty of all sentiments
Renews the moment's glory.
So may years of tenderness,
Also sung unheard,
Radiant beyond all sense
Yet tell love's ancient story.
 

Nicholas Gordon

Happy anniversary, my love:

Happy anniversary, my love:
After all these years, my lover still!
Perhaps we've come this far by force of will;
Perhaps by what sweet winds within us move.
Years alone do not decisive prove,
As time's a box that holds both good and ill;
Nor can one long be loving without skill;
Nor long be cool below and warm above.
In you I've found a shoreline for my sea
Vast enough to hold me in its arms,
Embracing both the turbulence and deep,
Reconciling me to limitation.
So may you find a wilderness in me,
A place of windswept waves and rippled calms,
Restoring you to realms you cannot reap,
Yielding neither home nor destination.

Nicholas Gordon

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