Lovers reconcile  .  .  .
Making love in yellow fields,
  .  .  .  Joys in mustard seed.

Rain, softly falls in old deer valley,
All the woodlands swimming underneath
The steaming fog.  What peaceful sound
I hear, softly rings out of the sparkling
Woods and meadows, chimes like a thousand      
Sleepy bells announcing the rising sun,
Who sings loudest, after the rains.

Lost shells, endless beach,
Waves wafting, breaking, quaking,
Made love by the sea.

After days of rain,
Garden birds flicker— sparkle,
Lighted by the sun.

Little one, before the heart was born,
You were there, already, waiting,
Riding on a star that shoots the skies.
Little one, when the night disappeared
You were the warm, gleaming sun,
Made for a journey of days rebirthing.
Little one, now only memories are sad,
In the hollow room, little one lit the stage,
She wrote the page, drew the lost signs
Saying— we are enwrapped, alive, joined
With farthest reaches of light— little one.

River gift, flowing upstream and down
Cresting with the bumpy waters tow,
Slick as an eel, you move and fro to play,
Warm in the gleaming sun that rides
With you each day,

                              you have shone, great
Knowledge of salmon, found the pearl
In the dark mussel, bend as even light
Must, piercing the waters of the under-
World, lording the fey, riparian borders,
Like a God.

Under loving branches of tree,

Singing birds bathe in garden,

Butterfly and cat jostle, sleepy,

Flowers bolt into the open sun.

Doves lit in the spires  .  .  .
Two lovers kiss in temple,
  .  .  .  Unringing the bells.

Red and white roses,
Wild and loud, spangle, sparkle,
Filling— empty lot.

Lose lips are threshold  .  .  .
She takes me— to house of love,
  .  .  .  Doorways of her eyes.