On the Night I Fell in Love with You

On the Night I Fell in Love with You                     April 1, 2012

On the night I fell in love with you,

The stars must have aligned.

I looked up at the sky and saw Cassiopeia,

Then invisibly etched your patented "W" shape

Into the palm of your rosy right hand.

I proceeded to steal a kiss from you,

Pondering whether this was the gift

My Lord promised me many a moon ago.

That particular night's moon burned a hole in the sky,

And, like those old Brite Lite toys,

Radiated the pathway

From your heart to mine.

On the night I fell in love with you,

I began the evening with a stroll around the park.

Then, as I came upon a bed of red, red roses lit beneath a lantern,

A thought came to mind:

We mustn't kid ourselves anymore,

That we must forgo all false illusions of the null and void,

And that we must conjoin our hearts

Or perish as miserable beings in a vast, toxic landfill

Of wasted dreams and passions unrealized.

And on the night I fell in love with you,

God re-parted the Red Sea.

He delivered me from a bastion of the malcontents

To a land as sweet as milk and honey.

And on the night I fell in love with you,

Life began again.

Death closed its cold, clammy grasp on winter

And, born onto me like a baby chick pecking out of its shell,

Was you, for my love for you springs eternal.