We should all
Listen to the
Wind more often
It sings the
Soul’s song a
Whisper a
Whistle a storm
And a wee
Sit and listen
To hear the
Sounds of souls
Saying live now
Love often and
Above all sing
The souls song
We should all
Listen to the
Wind more often
It sings the
Soul’s song a
Whisper a
Whistle a storm
And a wee
Sit and listen
To hear the
Sounds of souls
Saying live now
Love often and
Above all sing
The souls song
Nervous like a
Hatchling about to
Leap we met
And over wings
And beer we
Laughed told stories
And oh yes
Kissed just thrice
Softness and moist
Time stopped then
In that place
And while others
Saw they cheered
In their own
Quiet way like
That mother bird
Applauds hatchling takeoff
Just like rain
That fell on
Drought crops or
Late winter snows
Blanket brown grass
Your teasing and
Laughter brought me
Back to life
When I was
On my knees
You reached down
And helped me
To my feet
Showing me rainbows
I’m living now
More than ever
Fresh air in
And bad out
Like a billow
To a dying
Fire you brought
Me to life
There is but
One thing not
Tied to age
But makes everything
Else matter makes
Everything breathe and
Grow and end
It lives beyond
And beyond us
It’s something that
We all have
And rightly give
It is love
And then finally
We were at
Long last face
To face studying
Eyes and smiles
Forearms and hands
Fingertips dancing along
Veins on hand
Or fine wrinkles
Near eyes inching
Closer still closer
Feeling each others
Breathy lipped humidity
When at once
They touched closed
Then open finally
Breathing life into
The other silently
For the first
Time us lifeguards