to think of you beloved
is to dig into my poetic arsenal:
you the distant star that pulls and dances
you the strength of a mountain
but the softness of a summer evening
you the wave, the fold, the height and depth of the ocean
but i know in my heart
you are but a man beloved
skin a tapestry and testament of your life lived
eyes that search and find
hands that reach and hold
may you always be as human as you are
with grace
with strength
and with softness
Early Dew of Morning 