Streaming across my path
In brilliant beams of yellow warmth?
Was it your shadow I saw
Bounding across my feet
In skittish skipping shadows?
Were robins prancing in the branches
Because winters grip was gasping it’s last
And spring’s morning rise
Was warming my aching shoulders?
What kind of song is this
That the whole of earth in earnest
Yearns for the dawn of spring?
What kind of dance do branches do
When the sweet scent of dawn
Dances while their partner sings?
My dearest dove,
My heart and soul
The one I yearn for
The one I seek each morning break.
I can not help but see your heart
Every waking moment of my life
Even the birds sing your name
As our time approaches.
Yes, my dearest dove,
I yearn for the morning
When I find you resting next to me
Breathing softly in the
Early light of our passion.
Nothing can compare
To the love you share
As you breathe a prayer
Of God’s love there.
I am yours to consume
With every sunrise
As God’s mercy is renewed
And His love is freely given,
So I too imbue freely
All my passion and prose
To you,
My true heart and my song.
- to my wife and lover Sonia
- March 6, 2006
