Soft as a poem

You are soft as a poem /
Placid as a mountain stream . . .

Your lips are rosebuds on a
Beach at dawn /

Your flowing hair is a celebration
Of monsoon glory . . .

Your laughter is mellow nocturnal
Rain /

Your whisper speaks of autumnal
Pleasures . . .

You dance on the gleaming sand /
My ancient flute plays around your
Fairy feet . . .

My hand lingers on your fair cheeks /
My eyes travel across the landscape
Of your nose . . .

Your touch will heal /
Your song will cause new spring
In the parched soul of a desert . . .

The light falls here /
As the roads take you home /
The moon is in stupor yet . . .

The sun goes with you /
The stars go looking for you /
As dreams gleam in your eyes . . .

You are, lady, my poetry /
You are, woman, my remembrance
Of God