waters deep

and love shall parallel.
Rest winnows like a breeze
in these times.

When my soul
cries out and
my eyes are seeking
beyond the horizon!

Beyond my self
with eyes of a child
and a gait hastening
toward my true love.

Shall I forget
that i cannot find you,
true depth, unless
motivated soul leads?

I beg to be
a conduit from
heaven which flows
all things good.

And selfless wind
falls upon loving blades
of grasses green
and ripples of waters deep.

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