Poem of the heart

To walk on your pettled path
Is to feel the freshness of your spring of mind

To feel your soft hands in mine
Is to melt clots and cells into your flourishing bloodstream of fresh existence.

To kiss your tender lips
Is to raise a new cycle of time line into my open heart

To close my eyes in your presence
Is to restful night, a billion soft dreams of each of your precious living days.

To talk to you alone
Is to see your soul lighten with grace of your sweet face recognised in all its worth.

To leave with you in natural time
For supernatural heavens unknown
Is to adventure through the ends of the world to reach our embraced home.