Art by Norman E. Masters
Where do your eyes dream, now... thru the night*tide flickerings behind what wish of whatnext? Who is it who chases rainbows over whose heart? ...rainbows refracted thru tears that make holy the memories... Sweet & enchanting this dance of memories ...like a liquid flow of melody... Soft, liquid eyes glow in visionary gaze love's whisper... tender & enheartening... "I am who caused you... The very Love from which you were born was me... "In me there is no time anywhere..." And in the still Presence of Your Essence, Beloved, my lips tingled from Your kiss on & on in a bliss of knowing...