as the character of this affection
has mellowed
from that new viridian
in an early spring
to a sun-bleached meadow
where memories
of the transient fire
remain true
in countless sighs
and limitless dreams
then here, on the navigable road
not the distant source
nor the destination
but singularly
the force of travel
that is love
the journey, without vehicle
more notion than creation
still, there is this open hand
to hold
©2009 Hey Hey
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