You wrote a poem about you and me,
how we are like flowers and water.

You are not afraid to speak of love,

knowing I will understand

it is everywhere, if we look.

Love - in the surface of things,

bark, rough and knotted,

lilacs blooming, sharing 

heaven's scent with all,

a smile I hear from miles away.

Love - in the deepest places,

a sonnet, sonata, the searching 

heart, finding the indescribable 

starting within and expanding

out to encompass everything.

Why are people afraid to love?

In loving we become ourselves

as created, as born, so near

to heaven, so near to heaven,

we see the etherial everywhere.

You are right about me

and I about you... you are

the healer, giving, desiring 

to keep growing, reaching 

out like a flower, like water.

Thank you for sending me

meadows of phlox, blooming 

lilacs, roiling oceans, a dolphin, 

the lei of flowers intermingling,

falling petals, perfectly strewn

from love.