Our feet have padded the same seaweed-tangled beaches and alpine
trails for almost half a century.
We’ve gazed at the same gentle lakes and angry oceans.
We’ve slipped unknowingly into each other’s shadows again and
again.
But so much about you remains a mystery.
At one time, I sought to understand, to analyze, to quantify the
fragment I didn’t know
not content with the eighty percent I knew so well.
The uncertainty of what was uncertain taunted me to search, to
worry.
When I marveled at your paintings, I felt incomplete.
I couldn’t see where the flock of birds lifting off a beach was headed
or imagine the cove where the lone boatman was rowing his dinghy
or read your expression in your self-portrait.
But it’s the unfathomable that makes you an ever-evolving partner
and lover.
As you say about your art, “Our love is anything you want it to be.”
I hear a love song without words on a distant peak we’ll never quite
reach.
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I hear a love song without words on a distant peak we’ll never quite
reach.
As you say about your art, “Our love is anything that you want it to be.”
But it’s the unfathomable that makes you an ever-evolving partner
and lover.
I couldn’t read your expression in your self-portrait
or imagine the cove where the lone boatman was rowing his dinghy
or see where the flock of birds lifting off a beach was headed.
When I marveled at your paintings, I felt incomplete.
The uncertainty of what was uncertain taunted me to search, to
worry.
I wasn’t content with the eighty percent I knew so well.
At one time, I sought to understand, to analyze, to quantify the
fragment I didn’t know.
But so much about you remains a mystery.
We’ve slipped unknowingly into each other’s shadows again and
again.
We’ve gazed at the same gentle lakes and angry oceans.
Our feet have padded the same seaweed-tangled beaches and alpine
trails for almost half a century.
