LOVE


It is a gift from up above.

Like a flight of a dove.

Bringing the promise of a new life.

Where we have no seeming strife.

Where we are so blind to see the negativity.

I long for the days.

For when they come to me I will see through the impending haze where the blues and greys will transcend

      to let the sunshine in.

The warmth of the sun is love, all consuming and empowering.

Oh, love to love ya, baby.

The birds will sing in perfect harmony and all will be right in the world.

My love is your love and we will fit like a glove and our souls meld together like the joining of intersecting

      clouds.

As I watch the sky I see that dove fly by.

I smile because I am looking at love.