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…Each Day.

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.