Written May 1, 2000 for my wife on our first anniversary


How many dreams never come to pass,
drifting along with lost hopes and desert mirages,
populating alternate universes with might-have-been.

And then there is the dream that does come true.
Sometimes it's a gift brought on angel wings,
or in my case a vision with a tight shirt
and dancing legs, at a place more sin than holy.

Without this dream, without your presence, our life together,
how much that I've come to do would not be?
I would not be writing on my first anniversary,
I would not have even said, "I do."

I would not have realized the infinite possiblities,
that happiness does not have a set limit,
but that it grows and grows and grows.

I would not have recognized a risk worth taking,
nor a woman worth taking with me,
moving apart from most which was previously of me.

I could not have grown with life, love, passion,
I could not have explored your life, love, passion,
and continue to do so as we journey onward.

The dream of you spawned the dreams of us,
and these link into that abandoned plane,
making me grasp again at lost dreams
and less successful ambitions.

You are my sex, my smile, my eyes, my heart,
becoming aware week by week, creating more day by day.
You are my muscles as they struggle with weight,
getting stronger week by week, growing better day by day.

You are my guide, my lost-one, my creation, my creator.
My hold my future, my past, my day, my forever.

There are so many things left to explore within this dream,
and all of the remaining dreams that await us.
I look forward, knowing that together we are a force unstoppable,
together we are a love unquenchable.