This Hour

​Our love free as the river

These hands soft as the earth
My limbs stretching like trees
Your eyes moistened in moonlight
Our ears cupped by the wind
Lips mouthing bright chords
This hour filled with sweet gifts
And the mantra that stays alive
Threading spirit, soul, universe
Give, give, give, give – give and live. 

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Love, Nature, Philosophy, Poetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s