Still We Love

All the world is spinning, spinning

I can hardly breathe . . .

Like leaves in a tempest storm

flying past my face

every new creation, new idea

comes and goes and winds up

in the mortuary of humanity

a sticker on the wall of instant fame.

But there you are, my Love

reaching for my hand on the carousel

smiling with those eyes

that know me and can find me

anywhere

If I tried to enter the abyss

and forget I had a name

you would call it, call me

come to you . . . no questions asked

no reprimands

In this fading world that's grown

so unfamiliar and fragile

it amazes me that you and I

have kept the promise

and still can love . . . in spite of all.

Joanne Cucinello  2014