it remains

 
amazed that as days melt into years it broadens
the sun stretches out across the verdant banks of renewed grace
and noble constant deserts of singular purpose.
the pulse of radiant light is unaffected by the lines on my face.
It relentlessly exists, my Love
The waves bow in submission to the scanning light
the passion that is there each morning and night
the last thought
(and yes)
the first breath
veiled in the turbulence of earthly affairs
i change but it does not
and even if it is never seen
it is there
i know it is.
comforting in a way
that no flame or frost will change the beauty and the tenderness of stars
(Your pedestal)