Saint Kristi wears her smile with ease.

Wise and witty, she owns a golden crown.

Her stilled, stone relief prays faithfully,

loosely holding rusty keys to his hidden heart.

She kneels nearby and waits for him alone,

As sweet love songs play elsewhere.

While other couples laugh and dance,

she mends his torn trousers and dreams.

The evening star gleams in her never dull eyes,

always glad when she feels him standing as close as her shadow.

They embrace as they dance in each other’s arms,

pirouetting, dipping, and the cold, harsh days are forgotten.

Chaos and drama recede into

their dusty day-dreamed dimension.

All angst allayed, nothing else matters

but the two of them, happy again.

Each is uniquely possessed of intrigues and wants.

Root and stem they live entwined, growing, changing, thriving.

Their relationship has legs that move in lock-step as they wander.

Their wise roots grow together by design.

A compass with a crooked hand directs them imperfectly.

They are never lost.

They both know the way to one another’s heart.