Saturday, November 2, 2013

Waters Of Love

The heavens are in your eyes my dear
like rain is in the tulips.
Glistening, sparkling, and clear.
The oceans are in your lips,
as rising is in the tide
under the passing gray ships
sailing dark wine seas so wide.

The river is in your soul my love
like the flowing gardens of Babylon.
Swirling, cascading down from above
carrying downstream the pure white swan.
The lakes pool up in your tears,
shed for the love of none but me,
taking us as one into our golden years.

mindbringer, 1 November 2013