Spring Mist

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Okay, so one March day doesn’t make a spring, but I am an incurable romantic, and spring is just around the corner here in the UK besides being ever present in the hopeful, positive thinking heart regardless of colour, creed, sex or sexuality. (Age, too, I might add as I grow old...)

What better reason to celebrate the ultimate victory of gay love over the less enlightened among the heterosexual majority...even it may lose a few battles along the way?  Where history confirms, it also inspires, and although we may sometimes despair of certain present-day socio-cultural-religious hang-ups over sexuality, we need to believe that there will come a time when common sense and humanity will prevail worldwide.

"You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming." _Pablo Neruda

SPRING MIST

One spring we strolled by a murmuring stream,

listening to the happy tales it told

of peace and love walking out of a dream

to take their rightful place in a sad world

As we walked, your fingers entwined with mine,

they too with a joyful story to tell

of lonely gay people thrown a lifeline,

saved from drowning in contempt's ugly swell

We paused, saw two fish in a gentle flow,

wished them safe from the angler's cruel rod,

their colours and grace making a fine show

yet vulnerable, like us, in this world

Crossing a bridge, we paused again and kissed,

peace and love embracing us like spring mist

Copyright R N Taber 2005

[From: A Feeling for the Quickness of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005]