#love

Love is two pairs of footprints
  Impressed in the sand.
Will you walk beside me
  And make a path for home?

Love is sunlight that makes
  A flower turn its way.
Do you promise always
  To be a light for my soul?

Two streams that converge
  And flow inextricably
Are like two lovers
  Meandering about who meet -

Not knowing anything of what
  They were missing before
But now having full sight
  Each of the other -

Who rejoice at the freshet
  And meld and flow as one
Assured of their fate
  And their continual love.

On wisps of hope alone -
  Love cannot soar
For hope quickly goes -
  Returning at some hour.

It needs a pair of wings
  To up and away
When it seems resigned
  To an uncertain fate.

It needs a fresh wind
  Flowing strong yet soft -
Once and again -
  Bearing love aloft.

It needs a prayer or so
  For when trials arise -
A work of the Holy Ghost
  And faith might suffice.

I'm a beast of the field
  And you - a crane.
Spare me, love, a wing
  So I can meet you halfway.

For yet another moment -
  I joined him and endured
A brief conversation
  And hints of a subtle nature.

I sometimes meet his eyes
  Contemplatively -
Where love often lies -
  But don't know what it means.

He effortlessly -
  More than ever - exerts
A strong pull upon me
  And my evasive heart.

God speed His favor;
  Protect me from deceit
So I can know for sure
  That he's authentic.

Gravity between us
  Is forever pulling;
Where the one lover goes -
  The other tags along

For since the day we met -
  The universe implied
That my heart and your heart
  Were set to collide.

Whatever happens -
  The orbit dictates
We go and our hands
  Are locked for always.

If we are flung abroad -
  We will be a twain
Of rogue planets brought
  Together again.

My lover – he feels blank –
   His personality shows through
Those shades of love and kindness
   And fears held in check by curfew –

Neither brown nor yellow nor black
   But blank with diamond edges
That detect Truth and what
   I give back that simply is –

Neither opaque nor translucent
   Nor what spectroscopy in between
But fashioned by the eye of God –
   Made whole in splendid being.

Neither is love red nor pink
   Rather crystalline and pure
And sparkles – discreet –
   Behind some rare perimeter.

On a rainy day, standing by the sides.
I saw a face, brighter than a white sky.
The dew drops of the rain, fell upon those cheeks.
He wiped those drops and gazed towards me.
A smile broke out from his lips, I nodded being startled.
And he went by the road,
Ah hell, I was staring and he noticed.

my morning glory,

i dry out for you
and crumble in your hands, melting, melted

Life is a dialogue between love and the dust, 
but there's a deeper death than death,
this is death, when the love, departs,
Each drop of blood is a starry song
and our souls are breaths of eternity.
In the end the buds returning to the tree.
The tree cares for us.

Love, a little church that standing all alone,
waits with open doors,
but nobody goes there to pray,
the prayers will go unsaid,
now, where to go? which way?
love, be my beacon,
teach me to look at an empty sky
without fear.