beauty
is
the sound
of love
diving
into
the river
of
the spirit's rushing joy
and emerging
on the sunniest side of sorrow
victorious
for having won
the race
against
all the previous mental
infirmities of thought
once foisted upon it
by a mad, mad mind
once too anchored down
to the much too flawed
physical world
not totally unlike baptism
itself............................
(Aug. 7, 2008 414am)
thanks for the dedication of your extra ordinary and sweet poem to me and hope your love will never be lessen to me being a good and honey friend... respect your words an