my love is not like the dawn
when birds
dew-eyed
thrill to sing
so not like spring
and he is not bold day
where chariots charge
and warriors run
so not like sun
and he is not night
there stars wink wise
old gurus with the moon
in lapsed mystery
so not like winter eerie
he is hush of dusk
at deepest glow
like leaves in wind & water
with him i quiet flow
he's that sigh of gold
in autumn slow
