Unfolding the Sheets of Love

When he’s gone, the river is just a river, But when he’s there we chase the river as it overflows and tumbles down the hillside with fervoured energy, twisting and turning till reaching the still dark resting place. Unfolding the sheets of love When he’s gone the forest is just a forest,but when he’s there we glide the paths of crisp brown leaves, the crunch of acorns underfoot, and marvel at the silver of mushrooms in the golden glade , We revel at our own heightened consciousness . Unfolding the sheets of love But when he’s gone , the numb is just a numbness, not cold , not dead ; life unsaid, there waiting for him, his eyes his hands,his lips,his neck , unfolding the sheets of love …