LOVE October 1984

Love is the visitor
I run to embrace
The kind peaceful sweetheart
Of soft-featured face.

Love is the visitor
I wait by my door
Until I feel love,
Until I feel love
Once more.

Love is the stranger
Only seldom my heart
Does see such a light
Passing by in the dark.

Love is the visitor
A soft-spoken truth
A sweet simple melody
To which I danced in my youth.

Love is the kindness
The warmth of a soul
Passed to another
With a heart that is whole.

Love is the visitor
I embrace now and then
In the flight of my spirit
In the eyes of a friend.

Love is all-encompassing
All pervading force
That asks not one question
And sets a new course.

Love is the life-giver
The touch of a hand
The sweet quiet starlight
A purpose to stand.

Love is the oceans,
The mountains, the hills.
Love is the laughter
That rings even still.

Love is a calmness
And acceptance of all
Compassion, Forgiveness
The rise and the fall.

Love is a softness
On the edge of my soul
Like the coming of nighttime
Softening day glow.

Love is the passion
That fire in the night
Who warms you so tender
Love dissipates fright.

Love is a quietude
The beat of a heart
Wrapped in white linen
Yes, love is an art.

Love can't be mistaken
Love can only grow
Love is a heartlight
In those few who know.

Love is a patience
A purpose; a will
An unbearable longing
Of a heart to be filled.

Love is a silence
A peace deep within
A soft summer breeze
A call from a friend.

Love is so boundless
No limits, it knows.
Love is an eternity
That grows and grows.

Love is a million
Yet love is The One
Love is the moon
And love is the sun.

Love is the patterns
The Universe weaves.
Love is the vision
That the Mystic perceives.

Love is the magic
My soul can't contain
Love is the reason
I walk in the rain.

Love is a poem
That I cannot write
With unending verses
Unending delight.

Love is a sadness
And love is a joy
Love is a girl
When love is a boy.

Love can't be resisted
When love is divine.
Love is the heart
That balances mind.

Love is perfection
Too swift to hold
That rushes by quickly
As we stand in the cold.

Love is the Jesus,
The Buddah, don Juan,
Love is the essence
Of that which lives on.

Love is the wind
My words but a puff
To describe it forever
Would not be enough.

Love is a moment
Eternally wide
That surrounds us and guides us
From which we can't hide.

Love is understanding
Wisdom and light
The wind beneath the wings
Of an eagle in flight.

Love is the laughter
That rolls uncontained
The answer to questions
That no longer remain.

Love can't be spoken
Tho' poets may try
Love is the light
That guides those who die.

And if by some chance
Someday it would come
That the whole world together
Could suddenly be one.

Love would be that
Through which we would see
This is the way
It was always meant
To be...
Love is always meant to be.

Love is a feeling
A presence so clear
Love is the visitor
That I wish were here.