Threshold

We know each other so well, it seems
we have been together for so many years.
The tenderness intact, the camaraderie bright,
we walk together in this space life allows us
to call home.

We tread softly between the spaces where
our hearts long to breathe with ease and joy.
There is no such thing as self - evident in
matters of love, as shadow and light play
hide and seek with our dreams.

I love you, that much is clear, you love me
as you are so near, holding hands still on
good days and bad, yet it can be a steep
climb to reach the place where our words
find the song we are both yearning for.

On the threshold so often of deeper understanding
and belonging, we try to reach across that great divide
so still, so opaque, that holds the pathway to where
we both can belong without hesitation or regret,
where our nights and days can sing and not offend.

We know each other so well, it seems
we have been together for so many years.
The purpose strong, the friendship kind,
we laugh and cry together in this space life
wants us to give a try. 

Trudi Ralston.
February 9th, 2015.
for Michael.