Every morn when I wake

I think, this day I shall be wiser

This dawn will surely herald sense

Into my juvenile insanity

But I lie long on my pillow

Smilingly thinking of you,

Adding to my growing love

Not subtracting as I promised

Each day brings a new tenderness

Weaving itself into my heart

So that the strands of your love

Entwine tighter, web wider

I know this is going to hurt

And rescue I must myself in time

For it is a love unending

Without a finishing line

But helpless I stand against its bind

Unmoving in its interlacing net

Alternating rejoicing and gasping

In the mesh of your love, your thoughts and you…

 ~Horizon~
(13th June 2004 )