Touchstone

You are the one with whom I share my dreams,
My whimsy and my fancy,
my passion and wayward schemes.
I feel you like a touchstone
I keep clasped within my hand,
Warm and reassuring as the sun upon the sand.
You come when I am parched, and in need of rain,
You are the measure of my soul,
a spiritual weather vane.
You have walked beside me
thru the shadows of my doubts,
Helped me tow the lifeline
thru perpetual floods and droughts.
You fill the present
and set the stage for all of my tomorrows,
You bask with me in all my joys,
and hold me in my sorrows.
We fit each other like a pair of relaxed,
butter-soft jeans,
The way a pair of aces complements a pair of kings.
You are in the gentle wind on a soft summer day
That brushes against my cheek
and sets my heart to play.
You are the one that I'll grow old with.
Let life pass slowly by...
Love me gentle as baby's breath,
And wild as fireworks on The 4th of July.

* de - january 2000