Each strand a song of celestial adore,
From which, unadulterated spoors pour.

Essence of Love, Essence of Sweet Tears,
Ensue and insinuate into life's abandoned fears.

Descending from heavens exotic blaze,
Wrapped in blind trust, this memory not to fade.

An azure unending pond teeming with life,
Where we stride above committing no strife.

Banks of towering emerald fronds caress,
Our envelope of mutual endearing breathes.

Wandering along hand in hand as we were born,
An unfettered flight of fantasies our only norm.

Till reaching a secluded cove,
Hushed anticipation, expectant of the coming mode.

Enfolding shroud of warm comforting mist,
A berth to influence the forthcoming tryst.

Uncluttered explorations, forge of hammer and anvil,
Scattered implosions, electrifying lights form an enduring shield.

The Song of Life in our cove has flowered,
Scents, sounds, visions, eternities enhanced hour.

Melded as one in our clasp of hands,
We part on our path from these lands.

Never doubting what has passed, holding to what we believe,
Treading onward toward distant shores as we Walk the Lilies.

~~~end~~~