ONE PAGE of LOVE

Down a path of willow

trees. My soul is

enmeshed - with love.

Yet - WHAT IS LOVE ????

That possesion of the

mind and heart.

It fills all time. It

just never seems to end.

Like a scented morning-

flower-on a rainy day.

Like many children,

at complex play.

Like being a stream.

IN A DEEP FOREST ALONE.

Like on the front porch-

yes-my home.

Like bird chirps on a

open window, summer morn.

Like a flower smiling,

AFTER THE BLOOM.

Like all of GOD in a

silent quiet.

from my poem book - DREAMS 3