Photograph: Glistening White by Michael David Coffey
And love was there
Light streaming in the
cloistered chamber
Sensual softness in
the lustrous yellow
Of a sun driven caress
Music of magical dreams
playing in the warm air
Soothing our being
And love was there
In memories of moments
among the dancing
waves, drifting effortlessly
On and on and on
Flooding into our minds
Deep and pure
Loving, longing,
listening
And love was there
In the sweet kisses
of honeysuckle scent
Among the evening perfume
of orange blossoms
We walked in unison,
slowly, passionately
Into the horizon of
distant dusk,
dying sunlight
Surrendering to the night
And love was there
On mountains of stern granite
painted with clouds of snow
We were together again, scrambling
over the carpet of strewn boulders
Fighting the bitter cold and
fierce winds
Breathing the pure
air of God's creation
Breathless, but energized
And love was there
In the paradise cove
of a sandy recluse, hidden
The sun's dazzling outburst
kissing our nakedness
Alone
We embraced with blissful
abandon
listening to the
surf softly kissing
the bleached sand
And love was there
In the church of love,
glistening white
in the gray snow
A new beginning
The angels were all
about us, whispering praises
We smiled and looked
into each other's eyes
Words unsaid
but understanding
the essence, our union
And love was there
Copyright ©
December 24, 1998
Michael David Coffey
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