Sitting here, feeling the rain slide down my hair
Lunch apples lumped in my hand
Two pints of milk clinging to my clawed fingers
Now sheltering in the office fridge until coffee time
Hearing the backbird shine their song through the morning air

And everywhere the green light of growth
I have a need to share this with you
Every scent, sound, nuance
The sense of your presence with me

Friday sitting on a bench on the old railway line
I sensed you touch my cheek
With the back of your finger
A connection so intense
The colours around sang in joy
I gently fold the jewels of your being in my soul

You say be grateful for what we have
I can only do that
Sharing each day, each thought, each breath with you
I breathe in your incense
And send you enveloping light to brighten your day
Be blessed dear one

And then the oughts crowd back
Waves of oughts and shoulds and “what the hell have you been doing! ”
And the soft song of the connection
Colouring the sounds of this existence
In emerald light