Do I count your love
and make it known? and breathe in
tender moments shown.
from which you came.
like a Blue bird or a Jay; suddenly
perched gently upon my heart singing
songs of gaiety……of lover’s praise,
oh my soul does stir within,
never sighing; but gathering utterances
of your true self from your lips to mine
for it is the sunrise
that clearly speaks to us, holds us beyond
the shadows, as we see it’s gradual
gaze.
so slight,
Impedes the darkness, solitudes
calls deep unto deep; pleas to thy heart
open doors of welcome my sweet.
let us….let us not depart.
Do I count your love;
and make it known? to breathe in
tenderness of moments shown?
Or does the sun take “love”
when it sets?
my hope is for not; my heart
does speak like the birds in morning’s dawn
and in the silence of my very soul
its whispers.
“I welcome thee my Love”
















GREAT poem my friend








57 old applause
