I woke up with an urge this morning
to tell you what you already know –
while madness may afflict the planet
and troubles afflict the weary soul
my love for you never dissipates,
every day it is born awake.
Like a bird in flight, soaring free,
your scented light surges through me.
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.