Take This Ring

Take This Ring


(c) 1988 by Archie R. Whitehill

Take this silver ring, my love,
It symbolizes our faith.
It's round and endless end-to-end
As is our passion for each other.
It shines in the darkness of despair
And leads us both away to care
For that is the way our love shall live,
And it shall be endlessly silver too.

So like the moon our love, our ring
Its round and perfect silver face
Watches over us, our love, and then
Takes our lives away each night;
Each night our breaths we hear, we share.
Ever present, ever round it is you see;
It feels the beat of love's sweet pulse
Each beat lingers into the next.

We turn the ring a quarter turn,
And spring is gone into summer.
A waxing moon, we go for strength
While our love waxes full as well.
Next quarter turn it goes to fall;
Our love's matured and so have we.
The turn to winter and the moon does wane,
But our passion's still the force it was.

For in the end, we meet the riddle
Of life's sweet end to meet its start.
And on we go, we live love's strength
That walks us through the ages.
It never ends, this ring of ours;
To tarnish was not its karma.
The moon is full as we meet our selves
We die, we judge; we love; we grow.