I’ve soared the mountaintop of love,

lived in the valley of despair.

I’ve sung the songs of happiness

Wept scalding tears of shame.

I’ve swum warm seas of self-deceit,

plumbed depths of nameless fears.

But now with you, upon a plain

that has an endless curve.

I see the beauty, feel the wind,

find flowers bright as stars,

and hear the ring of notes long gone,

the peace of time to share.

 
 
David Garlick, Victoria, June, 1997