I sit in the tub dreaming,
embarking on the next phase,
the future stage upon which
we two act in our pre-destined play.

I cry not because of sadness
but more gratefulness
to the woman who made this beautiful home
a part of my life.

Nostalgia beckons me to stay
wishes to hold back time,
to recite the same rhyme,
over and over again and again.

I relinquish those thoughts.
What great mystery lies ahead!
What secrets will you unfold?
What stories will we have to tell?

My heart forever in your heart,
my soul ever bound to your soul,
your love ever leading the way
onto the next and next unfolding day.

Dennis Wayne Bressack
Woodstock, New York
May 31, 2017