TheBanyanTree: anniversary

[Mike Pingleton]

count the day as one of beauty
mark the hour with our names
in the lane the flowers blooming
mark the season, name the day

no regrets, no deep misgivings
all the years, and all the miles
in the night, and in our dreaming
lies our comfort, lies our love

mark the may, our month to marry
count the hours of our day
in the trees the birds are singing
of our season, of our time.