saujeti

in the rain i am washed
yet fathom not
how many drops have caressed
my arms, face and chest

known is the light of day
but not the measure of our sun's glow

are we certain how many blades of grass
constitute a field?

i have been drunk on wine
and still wonder
within which sip
i became delirious

such is my quandry over love
each day a gift
many infused with joy and passion
admiration and hope

the brilliance of this bliss
exists as the light of stars
all encompassing, yet diffuse

adrift within this splendor
faith guides us into realms
that teach us more than science might prove