to whom doth the heart travel
whenst love takes form before thine
wanting eyes
can not there be love just so earnestly divine
verily yes I pray
for peace to gently come and sit awhile
in my mind with me
making rich harvest of my thoughts
and generously reaping its worded joy
upon the back of my no longer confused behalf
when the spirit pure takes part
she exacts no unpayable price
for unlike her heavy cloak of fallably
fleshed humanity
the soul soars burden free..........
(written Sept 30,2004)