Stride Rite

Here once again I lie beside you staring through your open heart explaining what I’m not. Let’s invite all the songs that we wrote so we’d know and let them go. And she’s lying sideways peering through the open blouse, discovering her mother’s dying heart, and feels safe in the arms she’d grown old just to know. Then let them go. And this winter’s sorrow’s hard I know but we’ve been through worse and back. All in time. Don’t hide behind. This love is wide. Just take a stride. Might even have to climb. Lost one to cancer, two to sorrow, three by losing patience with the people who we are. Let us tend what’s not grown. Nothing’s wrong. Let it go. I know you know. Ride the rise and fall of love’s repeating answer to the quest of our extraordinary lives. Let us find what we’d know in the fall of the old. Then let it go. This winter sorrow’s hard I know but you’ve been through worse and back. All in time. Don’t hide behind. This love is wide. Just take a stride. Might even have to climb above the walls inside. Look to teachings you’ll find everywhere. From your lover’s eyes to the loss that makes you cry.