Garden Sun
There was the glint
of garden sun
behind her train and veil
and tiny shafts of light
haloed her
softening her sideways glance.
Transfixed in the wonderment
I dropped my gaze
against the too bright sun
which warmed my face as we stood
counting in my mind
my lucky stars
reflecting off my retina.
How much love is it
to stand here
and hear my own voice
say 'I do'.
How much love is it
when she said too
'I do? '
How much magic time
does it take
for love
to consummate
in garden sun?
Not long.
I said
'I have never loved you more
than now
and I will surpass even this
in the moment next.
Trace these words
as they sail away
for they are only
symbols and nouns
and not what my love is.
My love rests in my finger tips
which reach your cheeks.
My Love rests upon your soft eyes
which cover my heart like a quilt.
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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