A STONE IN THE POND

Our love has been criticized 
My those that are blind
To its wholesomeness

Our names talked about 
By a scandalous few 
That gossips on the wind 
Of entertainment 

We have become 
The laughing stock of acquaintances
Because you are three times younger 
Than I 

The city turns its head
At our expressions of love 
In its streets 
But we are not detoured 
Our love is not stirred 

Come!
Let's leave the dust of the city 
And it's critical populace behind 
And find us a place to embrace 
And unwinded 

There we can be free
To release that which cries 
To be vindicated and displayed 
Like the dancing of swans 
On a stone in the middle of pond.

Wilford Barker.