Our dappled light time...
Your leaves dordled down from way up above
and landed in golden glory right next to mine
Your mind clutched a wise old walking stick
and pointed down a garden path never walked before or in the dark
Your hands sowed the seeds to grow the wants of my needs
and the green grass flowers became the ultimate promises to feed
Your tongue tasted my tears as they streaked through the years
and your arms gathered the hurt before it could envelop your frightened bird
Your you was made in the summer dappled hue
and your love laid bare in a basket full of special dappled moments of light
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