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
