The tuft of brown, grassy hair
caressed by the wind as it catches the sun’s golden hue
seems to radiate like sparks from atop the mountain peak
A stark cliff falls away silently in front
finely polished by the elements, erasing any evidence of time
the rock is still young but daringly announces its presence
Peaceful, inviting caverns
set deep beneath the rim of the precipice
wise eyes keeping watch, reflecting an inner tranquillity
The contoured pink granite face,
moulded like clay in the hands of a gifted sculptor from another aeon,
bereft of unnecessary action, there are no sudden, unforseen tremors
A sturdy, reliable rock
Neither treacherous nor unyielding, he invites and willingly succumbs
appreciated by all who bear witness and by those who welcome his embrace
My rock, steadfast and true
A towering mountain of strength, sheltering me with a calm presence
The flawless reality of perfect love and constant companionship
Happy birthday to my darling Richard!
18 February 2003
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