Dear Love

        

Dear love, 

Where you nested 

my heart grows lithe, 

as with my own whim 

I've flown away from solitude 

and found breach of delight within. 

I can't love you into stillness, 

like rain you come refreshed 

as I weep for what was ravaged 

I keep the harvest's goal, 

Oh, significant wonder, 

girl's gone beautiful soul. 

I can gently part the curtain now 

on what I thought that I should dread, 

and find in truth a grace amazed 

by my own light, wavy threads. 

I have no doubt my sigh and cry 

weighed heavy on your placement 

with time's perfect patience, 

so I threw them in the brier 

I thought I held for you 

to soften a girl's bad dream come true. 

To question is my degree, 

so I ask miraculously 

significant wonder touching grace, 

and though flesh is an unworthy tool, 

I see you smiling in my face. 

I see the pages turn, 

hear the sound of paper, 

know the end has such integrity 

that I want to skip a page or two 

to see what happens later. 

Keep well, this home of heart 

has been growing from the start 

from a chain anchoring one into the other, 

where there is no end to the devotion 

from you, my daughter 

forever in the lasting of me, your mother. 

Could I but see the distance 

plague the stone so I could fly, 

curiosity would lick the slurry 

until the sap in me was dry. 

So, my love I have a feeling 

on the page that says, the end, 

when I've eaten apples to the core 

there will be a light in me, not dim,

that still will want for more. 

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