So many ways
To punctuate time.
Dates, anniversaries,
Not forgetting birthdays.

Notes in your diary
Knots tied in string
Knots in your mind.
And all for untying.

Watching the dials
Nicely mathematical
See how the seconds go
Neatly staccato.

Marking infinity.
Dissecting eternity
Leaving no trace
On the surface of Space.

Figures and figments
Projections of mind
Second hand measurements
Imposed on Time.

But this special day
There’s no more I can say,
Except you are my wife,
My love, my life.

November 16th 2003