You are golden sunlight,
I am gentle grass.
You lay on me,
give me life.
At night I long for your
soft kiss on
my back, but
I know that you
give yourself to
me by telling
the moon your
secret beauty. I
wish with all my
spirit to return the
favor, but I've not
found yet the perfect
shade of gratitude;
only perfection can
begin to shadow the
mountain you've
given to me.
C. L.