Through white sheets of morning sun
I began knowing life and this tenderest
love. All of me awakened by the sweetest
most loving touches of Spirit!
Who is a Spirit encased in flesh,
began to see the cosmic universe?
I believe in the little kiss:
the tenderest touch of two lips
while two hands embrace the
eternal commitment of One.
And music is my Soul; any song
my Spirit whether music is gladly
or sadly received. And by life
the wisest heart knows the happy
song is glee and the saddest
annoying — but my wife, if life
is true then both happy and sad
are fields partly grown and ready
to reap. The skies are mentor
and clouds are nanny and this
moment every day we have is for
just us where I always hear us;
pleasing notes do sing: the union
of two into one on each season
while we embrace!
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