The beaming couple paced graceful steps
While expectant relatives smiled and wept...

Once kith and kin had been greeted
We filed into the hall to be seated...

The photographer directed us to some trees
Outside to sunshine and a slight breeze...

Waking next morning with slight trepidation
Thinking of your sister's wedding occasion...

Strolling along the banks of the Rhone
Amongst eerie glows and shadows grown...

So very difficult to reach the words
As true emotions remain unheard...

How can you expect to be heard?
If distrusting silence is preferred...

As I sit and ponder
'It's that writer's block again...

As I gaze my mind upon this scene
Of sweeping pines and glacial stream...

Sharp-serrated, corrugated
Surf-rush swirl, rib-rack grey...

You enter my dreams in full focus
I had sensed you, now I know you...

Look you miserable bxxxxxd
Can you not see what there is to love...