Quivering in the tiptoe fragrance
and touch of our new-born yesterdays,
our todays dance,
in passion and peace,
warm in sunshine’s glow
and so very close in moonlight’s magic
on the mountain-fringed plains of Colorado
on the sun-gold savannahs of Africa
painting a pathway
far into the distance
with twists and turns
into
our tomorrows
trembling with
heart-beat promise
and bird song
and hard-earned courage
and the pens of our souls
to draw a map
together
to lead us
hand-in-hand
into our Namaste oneness...
(5 September 2013)
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