In a baptism

of you,

Your poems

of grace and

good

flow over me.


a blessing

to be sure.


for this

tired and weary

soul of

mine.


open your

gypsy eyes

and let

my imagination

swim deep,


and let me

drink of your

angel smile.


and let our

eyes dance

to the thousand

moments of

love that

in our lives

that we

have lived

and lost.


and as

I grasp

your hand

and our bones

reach out

to grow old

together,


let us

sit for

awhile

and bask

in the warmth

that our

words will

never be

alone.


and our

poems will

always find

resting places

in one another's

hearts,


and dreams,

and promises

unanswered...