Down a path of willow
trees. My soul is
enmeshed - with love.
Yet - WHAT IS LOVE ????
That possesion of the
mind and heart.
It fills all time. It
just never seems to end.
Like a scented morning-
flower-on a rainy day.
Like many children,
at complex play.
Like being a stream.
IN A DEEP FOREST ALONE.
Like on the front porch-
yes-my home.
Like bird chirps on a
open window, summer morn.
Like a flower smiling,
AFTER THE BLOOM.
Like all of GOD in a
silent quiet.
from my poem book - DREAMS 3