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
Friday, February 12, 2010
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