Love...Each Day

To gather love's petals of laughter

its dewdrops of sadness

its rays of being is to be

somewhere love needs to be...Each Day

But for love to turn the corner of life

without looking both ways

is to leave behind the wisdom of flowers in bloom

about to become the re-cycling of life

the clouds of insecurity

not yet aware of their purpose

that awaken your every morning

and your learned caution that guides love to

be where it needs to be...Each Day

Oh to be that cycle

the cycle that mystery sometimes shrouds with mist

to give drink to the rose beneath the cover

to know, to feel, the sound and sight of discovery

to be aware each time it affords the chance

to approach the unknown valleys beyond the corner

for that somewhere love needs to be... Each Day

Love remains poised for the beginning of light's assent

that will become days

becoming life's time capsule of patience

awaiting where it must avail itself

So while serving the winds of time

let not our sometime ill choices

go without your water and soil

to prepare the inevitable thorns

that will guide us to full potential

For although blooming comes often

one's petals unfold only until such weight makes weary

the moment's sustainment of joy

the moment's perpetual rapture

the tenuous moment of love awaiting

the next somewhere it needs to be...Each Day