Ah...

The caress of


your understanding


soothes my soul




words stream



from thy lips



as the rain to a



withering flower



parched from




moons of




drought





The warm glow



of adoration



calls forth



buds to form



so they may


unfold

&


envelope you



with sweetness





the blooms



arise



to greet



the light



of your



brilliance






all else


falls away



the petals



and leaves of past



seasons








...this alone



becomes the



meaning of



existence







as I



yearn



to yield



the fruit



of my heart










where all



fear

&

 pain



dissolve



into a



blissful




surrender