I rate no kisses In ordinary moments, But I am also The Provider Of The Food. In the minutes which I fill the ceramic bowl I come clothed in praise, When I set the food down, there, No one is more beloved. Next, I sit; I am Slathered in grateful kisses I have no escape, So food is the way to win – All pure doggie hearts, Walking is miraculous Work too, so dogs admire you.
There is a storm Brewing just beyond This loneliness and Moments when hearts Connect in a flash, Swift lightning Becoming whatever Is needed to set Worlds colliding – At peace, aright. One calls it love Another caring, But the storm Puts together The need, the wanting, Bodies, emotions, The fading of day The magic of night. A hand joins another No signals for stop A celebration begins – A deeper immersion Finds transcendent delight.
There on the shelf A constellation of stars, Unwitting cooperation, To be explored in The privacy between Covers, pages, air, space Eyes, brain; finding life, Love, the meaning only Words can capture, present, Gifts, mind to mind, Heart to heart, no matter The years apart and death Or living, chronicles of Everything worth ink Spilled, durable notes. Maybe it is our one Ordinary magic shared Extraordinarily deployed, Fresh as a rosebud, Blushing as a bloom Recreating us, enhancing Our understanding And fostering creativity.