to gary

The bells at Cathedral of the Madeleine ring this December eve
tone after tone swirl the chilled air
as memories of you fill my mind

for this small while I have not been alone

anam cara,
holder of the secrets of my heart

is it simple madness
this sharing of our souls
or sacred destiny that entwines our lives?

like a winter wolf
you have encircled me with protection

cautious, careful, loyal

you have taken me
inside back streets of your mind
to intimacy I have never known

devotion without end
can there be a goodbye?