Tongue of Love
The movement of life is a song
and my love is a feeling so long
the essence sustains not yet proud
a torrent under every passing cloud.
And above there, the mind still plays
for a rest, clarity of reeds does the wind
that love sings silently within the heart
a higher vibration called to liberate.
That which remains indescribable to me
My love offers boon in a conscious voice
And embracing new dimensions of being
comes on the lap lick of a wagging tongue.
© 12/31/2011 rjduberg