My Sarah: A poem 

This mid-life became fecund after the waiting 

This walk with destiny and its endless baiting 

This tide of stormy wind and intervals of abating 

This bubble of seamless happiness inflating 

Till then, on the tortuous path feeling quietly alone 

Yet, turning gleaming baubles from intrepid stone 

And memories of lifetimes flying over me like a drone 

Memories in my soul’s DNA, from birth was worn 

And I had you like the fire of a billion, billion stars 

This infinite crescendo pitching all the right bars 

Is magic invisible, but still visible in silent hours? 

These aeons of meaningful patience are dusk’s flowers 

And I can count big bucks from the persistent sorrow 

That they should not stay to impinge my tomorrow 

When I gather the bountiful gold-thrones of a pharaoh 

With the knowledge you singularly enriched my tarot