Losing It


Seated on the deck,  Nature polished, hewn

I lift my hand to gently feel  Air and light filter

Through frail fingers  And I feel you~


You, who are never far  From my thoughts

Closely adhered  To my heart, gurgling

in veins, prompting,  steering, my GPS~


as garden life throbs  sliding, stopping

climbing, crawling,  hovering, flying I wonder at

your exquisitely  Crafted filigreed creations~


Overcome with reverence  And love, I conjure melodious

Notes wafting from your divine  Flute robbing my consciousness and

Inebriated I sway, incoherently Chanting your name again and again~


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