and the clocks of true love that cloak the passage of time

it's when i think of the upsides i come alive: 
where i can now go
whom i can now show new things to do
just be myself you see 
instead of someone else
a man who was never taken 
except for a ride ...
oh, it's from him now 
i successfully begin to hide

and i think of all the beautiful people 
at last i can begin to love 
inside and out and round about: 
the kinds of things
that make your heart sing
as always it should have done from birth 
because fun it is true 
is clearly a part of you
and it was only marriage and lover 

that drove it like mid-west pioneers
calvinistically out of all our near and far 
as it made out to the whole wide world 
that i was a man who knew nothing of life
and only knew how to diminish a wife
as if diminishing things
was what floated my yacht
when clearly it was not:
clearly it was anything but that 

because in truth
i still remain
the little boy of healthy mischief 
who uses laughter to remain as sane as he can
without stumbling across the land of no-man
or at least without doing so too much at all
for love is everything 
when the life i feel
and the life you surely manifest 

are engines of flight 
so high as to become the mighty 
as soaring together 
our love becomes us fine
and walking that line for each other 
only goes to show
we are meant to be 
whatever the rest of the world 
fiercely chooses to see

that is how grand 
and that is how strong 
my love for my darling of dares 
shows itself to be
as the hand she outstretches 
*this* tenderly and slenderly
begins finally to wish to hold onto 
the only thing that matters in *any* history:
what two people who've suffered their love

now realise they can do 
free for the other 
and open to everything 
that life may bring kindly 
as dancing 
like enchanting doors to mysterious gardens:
the clocks of true love 
that cloak the passage of time
as suddenly they make both of us perfectly rhyme