My heart is soaring
flying the wide skies
seeking, ever seeking
I dip, I rise
I rest
upon the rooted
branches of noble oaks
a dance of desire
a heritage of creation
a bold song of Love.

Eyes see blue
variegated shapes of leaves
clouds of rue and glory
forms unending
in their illusiveness
their seeming solidity, reality.

I rise upon
the warmest waves
dancing my bliss
to an audience of stars
touching the earth
here, there
with softest caresses of Love.

Again,
I come to rest
solid as the oak
still and silent
dancing in my mind
a desire eternal
for Love unseen
yet felt in every moment.

D. Bartash
© 2/6/99