delights like warm blackberries
picked in June are best because
we know they will improve with age
chilled atop tomorrow's ice cream
so like a love still hot and sweet
the best includes the more to come
...
the first orange blossom of spring
its perfume drifting down to the lake
is sweeter grown to old age wisdom
that knows of ripening and death
so in spring we take a deeper breath
and close our eyes on fragrant dreams
...
we listen to soft wind in the trees
and the breath in a rush of rising surf
and in summer when thunder speaks
and lightning fires beyond the sky
in the distance a church bell rings
before the quiet hush of the evening
...
to look upon the world's beauty
and yet to see its agony and shame
can make us reach into ourselves
if only to console another's grief
and within that moment's peace
to share a vision of hope and strength
...
the precious gift that equals sight
is touch with all its pain and power
touch can turn the world around
and light the darkest corner of night
when all we see is burgundy and black
a lover's touch transforms to velvet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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