Together
We journeyed
To your secret place,
The tower
In the walled garden
Where the river bends.
I admired
Its strength,
Its beauty,
Its inviolate
Solitude.
I sensed
Its purpose.
Together
We entered
The warm, scented garden
Through the breach
You showed,
I made.
Indiscreet trees,
Branches brush close,
Grown cunning,
Leaves whisper secrets,
Half heard
But understood.
Under the arch
Over the threshold,
We climbed
Broad, spiral stairs
Worn only
By your step
And gloried
In the view
The tower was made
To see,
The promised land.
Together
Each ascension,
Exciting familiar,
Different, new.
The tower has given
Its purpose,
We have begun
To dismantle it,
Stone by lovely stone.
Step by loving step.
Now
There are less
Steps to climb.
Each stone
Laid aside
And now relaid.
We are building
A bridge;
A sensual span
For the fourth
Choice of passion,
Almost complete.
The wall is ruined
The garden returned
To nature.
Our time
Has come,
We are
Going to the place
We could only see;
Legends to come
Made landscape.
Our Canaan
Over
The bridge.
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