Of Acceptance Poem by Chris Bradshaw

All children can see the dharma
Being never hidden
From innocent eyes
Neither obscured
Nor buried
But flowing free
It embraces young hearts
Like a velvet shroud

And our love too,
Was an acceptance of truth

So many evenings
I've thought of your questions
And my shallow answers
Which were actually pleas
Dying to be born
Of a sorrowful need
A spirit constrained
And forced to it's knees

And your moon-pale face,
Searching in vain

Lost in haiku landscapes
Or Neruda's golden coast
Your heartbeat echoing the raindrops
Of our first night together
Rhyming bliss and despair
The heralds of our love
A hopeless dedication
To a hopeless affair