Island Life

How cruel this ache no bend in the bow
Bereft of tender embrace as I watch you go
And I release
And let it be and you extol your praise of being free
Where lives your bliss?
Do you ever long to kiss?
But I suppose there is no need.
It's island life there is nothing more
And I
Drift back out to sea.

When the fear subsides with careful approach
You deem one blessed reach
With languid gait
Slightly droll you wait
Then turn your gaze back to me.
And I once again will pour out through heaven's door
And decorate your life
With all the colors that you think I do not see.
And even still ration out your well hewn time
In small sustain to me.

And I accept with firm resolve
These standards that remain
Though it be such new terrain
Here in this emotional vein
I know this is not merely by chance
To be destined here
As you draw near
In this extraordinary interpretive dance
Being well sustained..in soul and spirit...from whence I came
Though admitedly, still longing for a little romance.

Now I the muse
Must carefully choose
In this sacred and delicate collaboration
In the springtime thaw I remain enthralled
To be love's instrument in a symphony of such delicate transformation
And through this season of change
New life appears once again
And brings with it a precious revelation
So bend back the bow and let the arrow go
To love's joyful and fruitful destination
As I breathe and live, with so much to give
And revel in God's glorious creation.