For Some the Years Turn Out


	For Some the Years Turn Out to Be a Blessing Nicholas Gordon

For some the years turn out to be a blessing:
In life and love the choices of the heart
Find their way to lushly colored meadows
Touched at night by fantasies of stars.
Yearnings sway like dancers in the wind.

You have learned the music of caressing,
Each taking passionately the other's part.
All the silent beauty of your shadows
Reappears as song that nothing jars,
Sheer happiness unfolding without end.