...love, pure and selfless

tempered, i cannot be

concerning ‘Love’,

for it is the very fiber of

the ‘all’, the ‘one’,

thus it is you and me

t'was born at birth to reside

in this realm of the mundane

to evoke, emote and promote

the spirit of ‘life’

and whilst upon this sojourn,

i shall awaken and notice the

azure sky of day, and in the

noir of night, the light and glitter

of the moon and stars

i will walk amidst the forest to take

notice of the wild flowers and trees,

a stroll bare feet in a brook that runs

down from the mountain's peak

listen to the blowing dancing breeze

as it rustles the limbs and leaves in trees

and it whistles when passing through

pinecones, the scurrying and chatter

of squirrels and chipmunks, the buzzing

of bees

stopping for silence to hear the howls of

wolves while the deer stands quiet and

still as i raise mine eyes upward to observe

an eagle turning its crown downward to

look upon me

for this is the purest of selflessness and thus

when i return, breathtakingly, to my abode,

i will place my hand into hers', my love, and

i will share with her, the beating of my heart,

the experience of my spirit to all of this