All you lovers and ravers
Saints and sinners
Dancers and chancers
Seekers and suckers
Possessed and dispossessed
Pristine and threadbare
Sane and insane
Tangled in the mundane
Lifted to a lighted plane.
Safe as snails
In the grassy bourne.
Bleed the “cri de coeur”
Bridging the blur
A thread of love
Time eats everything up
Get it while you live
Hug it in springtime
And every other time
On hot nights
On cold nights
Love is the only thing one should live for.
Love is the only thing one should consider.
Love is the pill that soothes ancient sorrows.
Love is a wave that carries us to new worlds.
Love is warmth for the jaded soul.
Love is a cloak to be worn in all seasons.
Love is light, illuminating the darkness.
Love is touch, linking heart to heart.
Love is an ocean, wherein happiness may flow.
Love is the sun, the moon, the wind, the stars.
Love is a force composed of parts.
It is only the now
The way to create
An enchanting future.
In which magic may grow,
The senses can flow
Joy to be tasted,
A touchable star.
The loving, the holding, the giving
The ambling, the travelling, the living.
The touching, the pausing, the musing
The kissing, the playing, the fusing.
The laughing, the crying, the healing
The dancing, the hoping, the feeling.
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.
Touching of minds
Desire awakened afresh