I feel mischief in your blood and a smile in your step
I feel parts are finding the whole
and when they do each one holds the other
as if long lost friends have found their roots
amongst a field that has been plowed and seeded
with so many missing pieces
No more confusion,
holding hands at sunset in silence
working on our soulful engagement
like an elixir of jazz beats
feels better than
and I feel your tender perception
with the wind
of my beating heart.
For a dear friend who continues
to inspire my pen.