The Cherubs, The Harbors

Your constancy inspires me to refurbish pavilions of hope. Your sweetness unfurls yards of woven sky

that luxurious tailors applaud. Ah, my dear, what a long way we’ve traveled together. Harbors have

looked out for our best interests, San Francisco, Stockholm, Mobile, Tacoma, Barcelona. Love

is a province we inherited from an oligarchy of cherubs. I wish I were as wise

as you deserve, as patient as the moon, as extraordinary as you. I desire all blessings

to come your way like voices from a choir, secrets from a wizard, sung light from behind blue mountains.