Ah, my dearest love, my sweet!
We take such deep journeys together.
As the sun glows red and swallows meet
We fly like angels through stormy weather.
Amidst the world’s peril and pleasure
We travel through deepest space
To the heart of gold in fields of treasure
Hidden there where judgments erase.
Dark raven hair, or is it blond or gray?
How varied you are, brown eyes all blue;
Black, brown, yellow, white, all you are today
And every day, a kaleidescopic hue.
But one thing, my dear, does set you apart—
Showing up everywhere with your gorgeous heart.
—jim sloman, 2.14.07
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