Rings

These circles of gold surround our souls
An outward symbol of an inward word,
guiding us and whispering through the moments of our lives
when all things are seen. When we breath in each other
when the threads of our lives entwine into one single thought
A single direction as two rocket tails held together though pure will

Nature in only a wisdom it understands created us and we them,
forged from light and earth, water and air they are us

And now through them we can see ourselves, see our future
See our past and we know.

That when our wives give us a picture to write about...

sometimes its just because she doesn't want to. :)

R.