In The Garden

I hold my breath as I see your sprouts emerge.

The dance of your shoulders unfurling to their wings…

Fresh skin, and voice, in the silence…

I listen as your heart song sings….

This is a precious path we walk,

Hallowed in an ancient grove;

Alive, the beasts, asleep for so long,

Stretch, and waking, start to rove.

In the dancing of our dreams,

Music rippling within streams;

Washed by hands that love us so,

Taking us where we must go.

It’s a time of celebration.

You, my love, and I;

Lifting with our spirits, high;

Taste the freedom from starvation,

Feel the space to fully cry,

Onward in our conversation.

Drinking in the beauty…

We have wanted this for so long.

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