Art of Love

So that you will know the darkness of flowers
I will kiss your lips (all of them) in the dark.
At first light as you awaken
to your own flowering
I will provide some sweet morning rain.

Because you must have poetry in your life
I will make breakfast for you
pouring sunshine into jasmine tea and
placing the taste of the morning neatly
onto sky blue plates for your pleasure.

You must have music also. I will call the little bird
that lived in the house of Mozart. I will call
the great transatlantic gulls
to encircle your hours with the seas mystery,
and I will write little songs for your fingers to play.
Duets of the wind and grass
for us to sing together.

We will spend our days in the garden
painting eyes on butterfly wings,
and in the studio
where the children of our heart
shall reproduce
the paintings of the great masters
only with more light and hope.
And when the day runs to the night
with its arms full of jade and emeralds
we will count the precious stones
as we return them
into the deep pools of our silence.

So that you will know that you are not alone
and this world is a place
for love to meet love
I will watch over you as you disappear.
I will vow to be near,
even as your hand slips away from mine
to be a cloud in a far off realm.
I will be that new shore on the other side
of where we are now
a place we have envisioned together
with this art of love.