In Love’s Harmony
eyes caress the world we dream,
the harmony of a drawn energy,
a landscape, a canvas, a naked model,
wherever love might land,
when felt when known when imagined,
the sensory delight is a memory.
Yet so much more exists beyond fantasy,
when having held onto truth
we wipe away tears, only if sadness remains,
the joy of knowing love, knowing you can love,
knowing there is an energy delicious with compassion.
When we can allow ourselves to hold true the spiritual mystique,
is it all we need, or desire, or want … or is it ‘real’