Eyes clear as dew drops, depth-less as the void that is life itself,

now they glisten as the lingering raindrops on my window pane

clear, shimmering flecks of scarlet golden sunsets pirouetting in timeless dreams


your voice flush-unruffled-stirring cold ashes to flame

laden with oils of gladness

sighing treasure troves of love to overflowing fullness



an apple tree among woodlands, my insatiable orchard