Spring Soon Will Come

My beloved dove
Friend, lover and wife
I thank God for your love
And adding so much to my life.

This morning I heard a song of spring
In the frosted air.
Was it true?
Was I dreaming?
It was a robin’s call I heard
Echoing over the snow filled steps
Across the blanketed silver streets.

I shivered with anticipation.
Was it a whisper of dawn’s early chill?
Why does my heart stop
And solo sing with vapory air?

Could it be the time
That soon will come the dawn,
When your distant call
Will be closer still?

Yes, the grip of snow has melted so
As a blanket of due drenched thaw
So now I tremble with pining breath
For the dance of your arriving call.

It's the moment of morning sun
Splashing the city with sun tipped gold.
When the sound of your voice
And the sun of your smile
Quivers across my brow.

For my love is singing
Soft and sweet.
My dove is quivering
Profound and deep.

In the embrace of our
Dew drenched dance
My arms surround your
Purpose and passion.

Yes, I hear your song, my dove
It echoes across an empty path today
Yet soon I will see you
Walking in the door singing
"Honey I’m home"
And there at home will be!

For my wife Sonia
February 16, 2006