Photo by Lois Greenfield

A glowing heart
On gentle feet
Dancing endlessly
Purity beyond all worldly matter
From leaf to branch
Sunset to sunrise

The open horizons
Promising
Strength and freedom eternal
Heart no longer sealed
Hands of compassion
Embrace in abundance

Fingers that heal and love
Words of compassion and care
Visions of beauty
Transcending all wisdom
Caresses eternally infinite

Silvery moon rises… nights only hope
Constellations tell a story
A million years never to forget
Of an ancient day never to return

Take My hand.
Trust.
Let go.
I will lead.

My Love,
Our dance,
Tells a story.
For all lovers.

Love once found.
Kept safe,
Within precious embrace.

The winds blew ever stronger,
The tempest raged,
Our sails, broke.

We drifted.
To worlds unknown,
Longing ever stronger, a return.

Faith, the constant decision,
The return inevitable.
Within the precious embrace.

Love, Faith
Never stronger
A constant, remaining, forever complete.

My Love,
Our dance,
Tells a story.
For all lovers.

I reached within my soul
It’s an afternoon…of the lazy sort.

There is a storm.
Its brewing.
Its broth like texture.
Offers no answer..

I reached within my soul
It’s an evening…of the quiet sort

At you, I stare.
In – to those eyes.
A glimpse of your soul.
The void is seen.

I reached within my soul
Its night….

Take my hand,
Look into my eyes,
This is now.
This is real.

My heart sings for You this morning
A melody , of mystery
A love song, of tears and fears
Truest, purest, for You alone

My soul dances for You this day
To a melody never known
The lyrics, unfamiliar
But the soul, never more contended

Take me, into a world
No longer confined,
No longer conforming
It’ll be..

You and me,
Forever.

The purpose known
The design, yet.
The reason, searched.
The answer, awaiting.

A Herald, sent.
Innocence embraced
Time to confusion , reasons set aside.
A wanderer without a star.

Seasons passed,
Tidings told,
Tempests tamed,
Tales, never to be told

Pain, a faithful companion
Sorrow, his loyal comrade
Patience, the blessed fruit
Joy, remained hope.

Decades remained misunderstood
A fib of mind
A tale of yearning
All, but what was.

Little to know.
The searching was for..
Answers ancient found.
Fulfillment, then desire.

By the banks of clarity, rest
The missing piece
Was the first piece
Perfection personified.