The Pond

The Pond

Trust unlocks a gate through which I pass,
to enter the unfolding garden of you.

Vivid the dance of light upon flowers,
petals are your eyes.

Lush green underfoot,
skin, so tender.

Happiness sings from birds above,
your voice joyous.

Gentle the bridge,
an arc across treacheries,
your hand affords comfort.

Sun pierces through blue silk,
shadows hide,
your love is golden.

In awe of your trust,
warmed by your presence,
I float in the pond of hearts.