Sunday, January 17, 2010

Michael's gift: today's poem

You are my hearth
my soul-keeper
my flame
I was born to be ignited by you
I plunge sprouting wings
fanned into fire
by the breath of your love

You are my slow river
my ark
traveling through dark liquid night
downward I sail
past star-glistened rocks
drenched in salt spray
and then opening
to the luminescent
moon trail of the sea
gently rocking
gently rocking

You light me within
and I am the lantern
the lighthouse’s cherished beam

Kissing you
I dream of sunrise
surprising my sleep-frosted eyes
like a squeeze of tropical fruit
across a blue tablecloth
quenching my heat-blistered tongue
and filling my parched throat
with sweet wildness

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