Winning Hands
Shall I compare thee
To an autumn moon
Glancing fast then passing
To the morning soon
Perhaps a candle glow
Growing slowly burning
Helping warm a little
Mostly to the way, it shows
Better, to the rising sun
Brightly beating hearts
And fires shots to shatter
Dark and help us know that
We are one
It’s easy to compare when
Love is staring back
And holding stacks of
Cards against the forces
Pulling it apart
Every hand, a victory
A gin, an uno, stick
To me. The next shot
You better have better
Then you’ve got so far
As it stands the winning
Hand is held in yours
And mine is standing
Beating hearts and hours
Demanding more time
For us, for time, it must
Landing out of breath
So autumn day, and candle glow
Rising sun, and win at we know
Will make like angels in the snow
And melt away and we will throw
Ourselves on grass, and press
Out new impressions in
Summer fields
We’ll stand in spring, and make
A whole, out in the
April rain
Every time the hour hand
Spins round our passing
Passion pure adventure
We’ll find each other, a new
Patch of land to come
Back from where we went