Shadowless, in their luminescent
Splashing, like the laughter
Of waves on the beach, incandescent
By day with a million reflections of sunlight,
Remaining awake as the full moon by night….
They smile like friends,
Long-lost but never forgotten,
Longing to make amends
For opportunities unbegotten;
Beyond physical embrace, emerging
To enclose my lonesome spirit with their merging…
They gaze like sisters
In a fellowship of healing:
Mending fractures, soothing blisters,
Closing gashes, never leaving
Any wound untended
By healing as water was intended;
A spiritual transfusion—
My being is filled with their infusion….
They caress like lovers;
So light as to lift my spirit off my skin…
So bright as their therapy uncovers
My broken soul within,
Dissolving my emptiness
As light banishes darkness….
They heal like balms,
Internally reconstituting
All that was in harm’s
Way, restituting
Honour, harmony, dignity,
Peace and equanimity.
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That she bends;
She becomes the power
That she sends;
She becomes the healing that mends;
She becomes the lover that tends;
She becomes the tenderness that she shields;
She becomes the weapon that she wields.
She becomes the blood that flows
Through me as our love grows;
She would not bend it
But would defend it,
As though her own depends on it….
She is the dancer who becomes the dance;
She is the spell who becomes the trance;
She is the sifu who becomes the way;
She is the daylight who becomes the day;
She is the shower
Who becomes the rain;
She is the flower
That soothes my pain;
She is the artist who becomes the art;
And of me she has become a part--
So inseparable;
So dependable
Is she who has blossomed in my heart.
