My dear one,
I carry you to water
anoint your feet with present raining.
My dear one,
I point the sunlight
upon your radiant face –
pour the moonlight over your sleeping frame.
My dear one,
through sandstorms we wander lost
found in the embrace of the shifting path.
My dear one,
our eyes meet yet again
my sweet song showers words down on you –
moans and forms of giving in the Spring time –
seeking blossoms blowing on wind-strewn boughs.
My dear one,
you hold your hand to me, grasping the fingers
that caress the cheek through endless doorways.
(Hold that place in the mind’s heart
where wind shifts through drying clothes.)
My dear one,
a simple bow and a dfferent place
where wells never run dry
and no one goes wanting.
My dear one.
with your smile
another day of paradise
finds time to dance!
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