Adrift and floating to the tide,
two souls floating side by side,
to the rhythm that pulses,
rhythm that was earlier denied.
Afloat with love,
drifting to the above,
set to upwards motion,
like sacred dove.
I alone set pace to tide,
to the pace that my life can abide,
set pace to joy and misery,
happiness and pain,
but new wisdom prevents me from sorrowful pace of disdain.
rising to newborn tide,
...a new breath comes to me,
with the sacred tide that to my lungs the cosmos have consigned,
new pace of life breathed in by myself,
but made easier by love of sacred dove.