Our Journey

I reached out my hand
And found you there
A refined gentle mind
A lost temperate repose
Perfect contemplation
Our reflective need
Loves new journey
Can we suppose?

Life’s a valley
Between high and low
Reverberating phantoms
Of times belated
When all thought lost
Where we feared to go
Summoning the courage
Our journey to know

Tentative steps
On hesitate slow feet
To drink the nectar
In rapturous sips
The heady sensation
And bated breath
Awaiting the touch
Of your parted lips

Serene, imbued with hope
We’ll find the inner peace
Again in expectant faith
I take your proffered hand
Filled with trepidation stark
Imbibed fraught sips of desire
Consumed tentatively fearfully
Yet animated expectant thrill