In the glow of sunrise, light wands streak skywards,
to Father Sky with storm and cloud and sun.
Breath of gentle winds caress my cheek, feather kisses.
Ermine peaks stand guard o'er Earth Mother's breast.
Streams tumble, race and laugh to tree draped ponds.
There reflection of two turns to one, when souls touch.

Down mountain trails in dappled light, hand in hand,
dewdrop prisms and rainbows shimmer on path.
To ocean rim with heartbeat waves and setting sun,
golden palette smears the sky with Creator's strokes,
till diamond stars and harvest light, bathes us in moonglow.
Wrapped in dreams our spirits fly, when two souls make one.

June 1999, Cloudwalker

MLC... our spirits will always fly together and I hope that one day soon our dreams become the future. ILY