For Some the Years Turn Out to Be a Blessing

For some the years turn out to be a blessing:
In life and love the choices of the heart
Find their way to lushly colored meadows
Touched at night by fantasies of stars.
Yearnings sway like dancers in the wind.

You have learned the secrets of caressing,
Each in passionate tune with the other's part.
All the wind-whipped ripples in your shallows
Reappear as song that nothing mars,
Sheer happiness unfolding without end.