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.