Sun breaks through a cloudy morning,
Wild geese swoon at water's edge.
The happy brooks careen and sparkle,
Splashing headlong into joy.
Nature's awake and all a quiver
And barefoot lovers traipse the shore,
Whispering their solemn vows,
To have and hold on God's green earth.
It is a thing of sacred mystery,
How one's soul can feel unfettered,
How the heart can stay afloat,
Jamming to the day's mad chorus.
The golden tunes you've laid before me,
Challenge me to breathe anew,
The fumes of love's intoxication
And walk with you beneath the moon.
Moon breaks through a gloomy evening,
The bedclothes sweet with your cologne.
Your fingers come and overtake me,
You splash me headlong into joy.
-Bruce Potts
Revised Copyright 2015
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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