The Pub
Time enough to tell our tales
Of wonderment at the ever changing world
As we spin our stories upon the evening air,
Made rich by our love of unmomentous moments shared:
It is the stillness between dancing steps,
The gracious droop of laughing eyes,
The half unspoken, half unsung
Fact of our friendship
That keeps trouble waiting outside the tavern door,
And us, ever breathless, for more, more, more.