Love Follows Me

My love is blue

                                        as the dawn's  early

                                              eggshell. . .

My love sings

like the butterfly,                                                 

in her silent heart . . .                         

My love tastes

                                       of the amber sunset,

                                                    a flash of drenching nectar . . .      

My love dreams

of scarlet blood,                                  

copper scented, life gifting . . .                                         

My love is

                                    the glow of the rose

                                                           in the day,

and the shine of the galaxies                                             

in midnight's slow hand . . .                    

My love drifts

                                      in the soft salty dew 

floating over                

an ocean's wide floor . . .                    

My love dances

                                on the cliff edge

                                                     of always,

                   lifted by the zephyr's 

cool fingers                         

and spread like the stars                                             

                                         the conundrum 

 of the night's long passage . . . .                          

 My love holds

                                           my trembling hand as

I open tomorrow's wide door . . .

   My love is blue

like the kiss of the sky                        

                                    on the passion of water . . .