I’ve soared the mountaintop of love.

Lived in the valley of self-blame.

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 lake

that has an endless curve.

I see the beauty, feel the wind,

find flowers everywhere.

And hear the ring of notes long gone.

The peace, of time to share.

 
 

David Garlick, England, 1997