Beneath this spreading shade.
There is such beauty as I can see.
Alive in soft gentle moments.
Formed in your heart.
And though the pensive
hawks fly around.
Turning back time and sound.
Your voice, your love….
Inspires a dance in my heart.
And my feet once again
walk in luxuriant gardens.
The zest of unwavering purpose.
A Wandering Poet 