Love wants in silenced breaths
That fall between and down along such waves that crest.
Its’ sprinkled hush casts a thousand lights,
As a gentle crush o’r all the seas in their mists’ o quest.
A fragile cloud of dew kissed ‘Bright’s’,
Shoots far into the skies in flight,
Seeking haven Heaven’s, Blessed.
Would Maker join the One with thou
If want were not to live somehow?
A breath instead more full and round,
Complete and sacred; intent re-found.
Would Maker free the pleas there-of,
The full and open pour that does
Exceed the waters, mists and skies above?
It Lights all lore, Its Name is Love.
©2012 Linda Willows