Gaze Of Morning

The Gaze Of Morning

Let it go
and you shall know
this river’s true flow;
into the well of souls
whose very existence
rises to its bank:
calm as a winter dawn,
the ice on its ground a giving force.

Let it flow
this melting snow
and soon we’ll come to know;
how delicate our song
in a silent wind rising to my lips:
sweet as your caress,
the warm dawn's rise in spring.

Let it show
and I will throw
this kiss of love’s glow;
into the well of joy
we share each night I feel you there:
wet as a misty lawn,
the peace—placid embrace of life reborn.

Let me know
and it will flow
like no other’s heart aglow;
onto a sky whose mountains
rise in beauty and pure blue:
adorned by an angel,
the gaze of morning in your eyes.

Let it grow
in the melting snow
this seed we softly sow;
in the rise of our souls
at play so late when whispers say:
warm as our pressed lips,
the tender folds of you and I as one.