Rainbow rings around the moon
remind me of that day
in June
and how it ended all too soon.


Your touch: tender, so true –
spun me beneath skies
of blue;
and in that moment I knew


that it had always been you.
I refused then as I refuse still
to do –
to turn, to turn away from you.


But there’s no need to hurry;
I can wait and wait and never
worry;
this vision won’t get blurry.


We have all the love, all the time
in this world. So I’ll sing
my rhyme.
For what reason? Only love sublime.