Lying Above Me

You are my little cloud and,

You as she in loving

are covering

mountain tops:

Drawing from your Source, the sea,

up the valleys moving as

the mist of mountain meadows

And crossing the thrust of mountain crags

and the blue of glacial gorge,

You place upon the peaks your snow

where from majesty above;

You float upon

the gaze of fertile plain below.

Air fixed and sunlight mixed,

Falling through the tumbling hills

in vibrant dance

and plunging swell

You’re swept toward the steppe

to the laugher of

the torrent’s roar

And enter into my open arms

of broad kissed banks;

Where,

Caressing the earth as nurturing touch –

You are dissolved in a song of the heart

by the breast of your own Nature.

Yea, you are my cloud

whose vapour prismed rainbow hue,

in touching smile span,

anchored both on sea and plain,

Now has opened bright

as piercing lidded soul rays

in a radiance of descending light

Deep from the core behind your shining eyes.