You fall on me with great tenderness,
bending in light, a willowy presence.
You fall on me with natural intent,
a gift of love that signals content.
You fall on me, in rapture and thought,
a river of joy, liberty sought.
You fall on me day and night,
soft as mist, heavenly sight.
You fall on me when silence arrives,
this oasis in which we thrive.
You fall on me in a rising tide,
spelling a chant leavened with sighs.
You fall on me like a dream –
generous as the sun,
radiance your theme.
Watching waves crash –
The ebb and flow collide
There is a silence that hurts
There is emptiness that bleeds
There is hollowness that cries
There is a despair that feeds.
There is a silence that kills
There is acceptance that numbs
There is quietude that roars
There is a stillness that hums.
There is a silence that lifts
There is clarity that falls
There is wonderment that spurs
There is a yearning that calls.
Healing ancient scars
Nectar joining palms
My love will come and hold me
without questions or doubt, tenderly.
She will soothe and speak freely
beyond the reef of greed in a clement sea
where wine and flowers swim peacefully.
My love will withstand iniquity
and rise above time’s piercing plea
and travel on the plane of liberty.
She will spring with abundant glee,
my love, and undress with wild esprit.
Awash in the morning tide,
So swift the hours they glide;
Watching life deep at play,
Your voice sweetens every day.
Abroad in the midday sun,
Wonders waiting to be won;
Hearts opened by desire,
Why quench this thirsting fire?
At rest in the moonlit bed,
Memories blaze, whetted, wed;
The give and take by firelight,
Your smile cries through the night.
You are the sea breeze,
Refreshing, at ease.
You are fragrant peace
You are the sunrise,
You are the sunset,
A nook, a book, blessed.
You are the peak
Crested in colour.
You are the vista,
An unclouded picture.
You are the unsaid,
Mysteries to be read.
You are mud and river,
A taker, a giver.
You are fire and air,
Here, there, everywhere.