by Bill Bailey (DHR)
© 1995
soft as dew on early morning grass
I touch You as You sleep
with my heart and mind
quietly like the rising sun
your eyes open and You smile
gentle as breezes through tall pines
You caress my arms and hair
and I hold You to me
glowing like dawn’s reds and pinks
in the flush of reunion
loving as Georgia’s red clay
You mold my heart with your soul
shaping it to the forms of Love
in the crucible of morning’s breakings
a chalice to celebrate our mass
soft as spanish moss on my face
your lips touch mine with moist dances
both mouths curving into smiles
as aurora’s rays pierce our eyes
We close them the more to share our Joy
