Shall we love each other as long as we live?
Shall we repent and always forgive?
Shall we laugh and cry as minutes fly?
Shall we never say goodbye?
Shall we look into one another’s eyes?
Shall we hug the daily surprise?
Shall we speak words soft and sweet?
Shall we welcome the sacred treat?
Shall we meditate upon all the beauty?
Shall we hold the flame with duty?
Shall we kiss away the sorrows?
Shall we travel all the morrows?
Shall we sit in the morning sun?
Shall we seize and keep it fun?
Shall we praise what’s to come?
Shall we listen to the calming hum?
Shall we chime in the rhyming hours?
Shall we sing as fondness flowers?
Shall we drink from the cup of mirth?
Shall we give joy on this earth?
Shall we reside in desire?
Shall we build a lasting fire?
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.
All is quiet, embalmed
in a roaring peace.
My heart jumping
at the glint of touch.
The stars throb
dreams flow and glow.
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.
Won’t you hold my
hand a little while
in this sea of plenty?
Won’t you stroke my
heart with gentleness
and watch the flowers bloom?
Won’t you walk with
me without chains or ropes
and kiss the world awake?
Won’t you cradle my
head and glimpse the sun
woo the morning dew?
Won’t you feast on liberty
and let your senses
swell in gaiety?
Won’t you lose yourself
in the wholesome flow,
bathed in wonderment?
Won’t you be a star
near and afar
on this burnished path?
Kisses fed by toil –