what is this thing
between us
that changes grey
to light
that makes words simple
create the world aright
that whispers life
in the listening ear
that makes dreams
long forgot
dance delightfully near...

it smooths the world's
wrinkles and makes
the days, fly by....

what is this thing,
that burrows down, down
into my heart.
and seeds and grows
a garden...full of flowering
words...
and trees of  treacle toffee
and anything i please...

this thing.....this love
is my life longs day...
           the day that is always
                       blessed..